I grew up in Arizona, without DST, but in general our days started pretty early. I remember thinking "Why do they call it 9 to 5 when everyone starts at 8 if not earlier?"
In the spring and summer the days are miserable, but mornings glorious. Cool, fresh, all the critters out, cactus flowers open. Perfect time for going on hikes, paintballing, etc. I couldn't imagine the concept of purposely trading one of those hours for an extra hour of afternoon heat where you're just waiting for it to get dark so you can go outside again.
Then I moved to Russia, where they had the clocks permanently forward one hour plus an extra for DST. Made more sense because most buildings didn't have AC. Everyone would get cranky and lethargic as the workdays progresaed from the humidity. But the sunlit evenings stretching till midnight or past were lovely.
