This is my fourth visit to Skidaway Island State Park, and I had grand plans to visit the long lane of live oaks at Wormslow, kayak along the backside of the park and look for birds, and pick up some BBQ at the local joint I like so much. But — and this is a huge but here — I had never visited Skidaway in high summer. It’s actually hella hot and humid and I was completely disincented to go much of anywhere, to be honest. The daily highs are low 90s and the low on Tuesday morning (THE LOW) was 79F. This is not weather meant for human existence, and I will die on that hill if I have to.