People in Seattle are undergoing tremendous angst because of the astonishing boom there. Plenty of the population was born there or has lived in Seattle for decades. They even have a name: mossbacks. A trenchant column of the same name is written by old-timer Knute Berger in Crosscut.
Things are different in Phoenix. Few people of my age or older are actually from here; fewer still were able to stay because of the limited economy. The term "desert rat" doesn't really apply. Cal is a desert rat. I'm thinking of those who remember the old garden city, a unique place they loved. Oasis people?
The defensiveness and boosterism of the growth machine is not the same as loving a place.
Which bring me to the New York Times story about "the rebel tribe" that hikes the mountains despite the murderous summer heat.
This is something relatively new. I climbed almost every mountain and hiked nearly every wilderness area around Phoenix, many repeatedly. But never in the summer. Nobody I knew would have even considered such a thing.