Being from Arizona i really can't imagine anyone wanting to live there in the summer. One of my classmates was from Yuma and liked to wear her T-shirt that had on it:
I don't need to go to Hell ...
I 've been in Yuma!
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I can relate to that. In the late 40s we stopped in Yuma for two or three years of hellish Dragon's Breath heat, and after the cool green of West Virginia it was a total turn off. Felt like someone was always reading over my shoulder, no trees to hide behind.
No cool summer rain. They even had contests with another town to see which one could fry an egg on a sunlit stretch of cement sidewalk.