Baltimore is on Day 4 of 98+ degree heat (not including heat index)- all of my clothes have see-through-sweat and my eyelids are melting to my eyes. I’ve already eaten all the ice cream in the land with my head stuck in the freezer so I’m taking myself back to chillier, snowier times and thinking cold thoughts.
My sister used to live in Alaska so there was the vacation where we did family dog-sledding. It was so cold my brother got frostbite on his feet. Smartly, I sat in the middle smushed between my mom and brother.
You can almost see my eyes but no quite. It was only –20 degree Fahrenheit that day. The coldest I’ve ever been in was –50 when my brother picked me up from the airport that trip. He almost hit a moose on the way home because the brake lines froze. #neveragain
It was probably noon when this was taken and the sun was setting- if you can even say it rose.
Alaska in the summer is pleasant. (Maybe I just need to book a quick trip to Alaska to cool off!) Jeans and sweatshirts were perfect in North Pole, Alaska where my sister lived.
We drove up the Ice Truckers road to the Arctic Circle in Alaska in summer too. Ah, what lovely summer temperatures! Fashionable Iowa sweatshirts garnered lots of conversation with the locals and we even met some native Iowans.
The blizzard of 2016 was a good cold moment. In 24 hours we got all the snow we were going to get for the whole winter. It was winter, all of a sudden, all at once, in 24 hours. It didn’t snow again the rest of the winter season. Of course BC and I walked a mile to a fancy restaurant at the start of the 24 hour storm. BC was not a happy camper about the walk (wuss) but he had some good steak at the end so it was worth it.
Finding my buried automobile was a task. I only drive once a week so I usually know the general vicinity not the actual spot. At least someone shoveled the sidewalk a little.
Alaska at –50 degrees was the coldest I’ve ever been in but Mt. Kilimanjaro from midnight to 6am climbing to the summit was right up there. It wasn’t as cold but there was no respite from the wind and cold and altitude. Breathing was hard, my fingers and toes were dumb, and I was hiking straight uphill to 19,000 feet.
I don’t actually own this #uglybutwarmpuffycoat I rented it in Africa since my own stylish one did not fit into my backpack.
Writing this post cooled me down quite a bit. Or the fact I’m writing in my underwear with the fan blowing on me. Here’s to the dog days of summer- stay cool out there!
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