Metro Denver and the I-25 corridor are staring down an uncomfortably long 31-hour heat advisory beginning Friday morning, with the National Weather Service in Boulder warning of upper-90s to low-100s highs Friday and Saturday (and lingering mid-90s into Sunday) under what they’re melodramatically calling a “heat dome.” According to the NWS, that “dome” is nothing more exotic than a stubborn high-pressure ridge parked over our heads, muffling any escape of heat and humidity (Colorado’s famously dry heat just makes us sweat faster—lucky us) . The forecast even breaks down your odds of broiling: Denver has a 60 percent chance of topping 100 degrees both Friday and Saturday, Greeley clocks in at 70 percent Friday and 60 percent Saturday, and Fort Morgan’s essentially guaranteed triple-digit misery on Friday at 96 percent . The utilities commission chimes in with the usual advice—close the drapes, clean those AC filters, and pray your power bill doesn’t kill you faster than the heat itself.
But really, do we need to slap sensational nicknames on calendar-predictable weather? Remember when summer was just “hot” and nobody lost their minds? Now it’s “Heat Dome 2025,” and next week we’ll be mourning the “Thermal Tsunami” or the “Scorching Sideshow”—all to scare you into buying another solar fan or panic-order a new HVAC unit. It’s just the damn weather. If you’re appalled by mid-June temps hitting triple digits, maybe consider moving to Alaska—or at least pocketing a little common sense alongside your sunscreen.
