Sticking To Seats Is Just Part Of a Sioux Falls Summer

Ah yes, 'tis the season when you can slice the air with a dull butter knife and still feel like you're swimming through a bowl of warm chowder. Welcome to summer in Sioux Falls.

If you’ve just finished peeling yourself off your car seat or sticking to your own couch like a fruit roll-up, you may be shocked to learn: it could be worse, you could be living in Alabama, aka the human terrarium state.

Believe it or not, the folks at World Population Review, who have the inside track on all things sweaty, say Alabama currently holds the crown for Most Likely to Fog Up Your Glasses Upon Stepping Outside. South Dakota, on the other hand, is chilling down at #37 on the humidity leaderboard. That’s right, we oddly enough are the 14th least humid state in the nation for 2025, according to their findings.

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I’ll give you a moment to attempt to wrap your head around that one.

Seriously, spend just 15 minutes outside in Sioux Falls right now, and you’ll be making your own gravy faster than a Thanksgiving turkey.

READ MORE: Why is Summer So Sticky in Sioux Falls This Year?  

So who is sweating more than us?

The Moist State All-Stars include: Alabama, Florida, Louisiana, Mississippi, Hawaii, andour good friends over in Iowa. Apparently, cornfields and high humidity go hand in hand. Who knew?

What even is humidity?

Glad you asked! Humidity is what happens when the water cycle gets clingy. It’s the water vapor in the air that turns a perfectly good summer day into a personal sauna experience. It’s also what turns your hair into a weather barometer and your clothes into wet rags in record time.

Looking to escape?

If you’ve had enough of marinating in your own juices, consider a move to Nevada, Arizona, Colorado, or New Mexico, where the air is dry, your skin cracks on contact, and you can store snacks in your glovebox without fear of mold.

If a desert relocation isn’t in the cards, your best bet is to form a loving, co-dependent relationship with your air conditioner. Name it. Thank it. Offer it gifts. Sing it a love song. It's your most loyal companion until the snow flies.

And let’s be honest, come late November, you’ll ghost your AC faster than a bad Tinder date and fall head-over-heels back in love with your furnace. By mid-January, when the wind chill is trying to assassinate you in your driveway, I'd be willing to bet you’ll actually be missing that July air you were just cursing.

It’s the great South Dakota cycle. Humidity, frostbite, repeat.

Source: World Population Review