reuben
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Post by reuben on Dec 29, 2020 15:58:54 GMT -8
Have you heard of that saying, "It's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk"? This is the converse. Novosibirsk, Siberia. -49F.
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driftwoody
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Post by driftwoody on Dec 29, 2020 16:25:02 GMT -8
Outdoor dining there is a decidedly bad idea.
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reuben
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Dec 29, 2020 16:29:08 GMT -8
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Post by reuben on Dec 29, 2020 16:29:08 GMT -8
Outdoor dining there is a decidedly bad idea. Brings a whole new meaning necessity to "fast food". Really, really fast.
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ErnieW
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Dec 29, 2020 16:42:36 GMT -8
Post by ErnieW on Dec 29, 2020 16:42:36 GMT -8
I believe in those temps without pre-warming the air you can frost burn your throat and lungs
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Dec 30, 2020 6:31:48 GMT -8
Post by absarokanaut on Dec 30, 2020 6:31:48 GMT -8
We were -21*F yesterday morning, just -11*F this morning. I'll never forget it was -57*F New Years Eve 1978-79.
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Post by absarokanaut on Dec 30, 2020 7:11:58 GMT -8
Well it has cooled off a half dozen derees to -17*F as I get ready to walk to work. This range of temps never bothered me...until my late forties. It is not as bad as zero out in your parts; at about -258F it always seemed to not matter what the humidity was.
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Dec 30, 2020 7:15:05 GMT -8
Post by bradmacmt on Dec 30, 2020 7:15:05 GMT -8
Absarokanaut, I've been keeping track of your weather to the South of us and have noticed you've got a lot more winter so far than we've had. I doubt we've had more than one night below zero and snow is minimal. I can't say I'm complaining. Of course Jackson sits higher than Bozeman.
And yes I agree - 0*F in the humid East is worse than -15*F in the high, dry West, and also concur at -25*F it doesn't seem to matter.
I think -30*F is the coldest I've spent out all day in the mountains. Attention to details in that cold is paramount
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rebeccad
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Dec 30, 2020 8:36:48 GMT -8
Post by rebeccad on Dec 30, 2020 8:36:48 GMT -8
I’m pretty sure that the reason local humidity trends no longer matter at -25 is that by that point there’s no humidity left, no matter where you are . I like my frosty 31-degree mornings
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Post by tigger on Dec 30, 2020 12:53:13 GMT -8
I don't recall the exact temperatures, but here are some of my observations on our ACT 15,16 - I had to sleep with my head to the side to avoid it snowing on my face all night. If I left my pocket unzipped, it filled my outer parka with spindrift (dry snow) and didn't melt. We would bring spare gloves in our pockets in case we accidentally dropped one, to avoid frostbite. My eyelids and lips both froze solid to the point of having to rub them to open them again. When traversing, I wore a wicking base layer, outer wicking layer, down mid-layer, down parka, outer parka, and XXXL Snowmobile suit over the top...and I still had to use my buff to seal the neck where it met the helmet to keep from getting frostbite. We had to store our toothpaste and other personal items in our inner pockets all the time to keep them from freezing up. I learned to create a volcano over my face at night with my parkas. Urine literally froze during a katabatic wind and spindrift back at me. Ice would grow on anything including the guy lines of the shelters...and it would get amazingly thick.
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Post by walkswithblackflies on Dec 30, 2020 13:09:24 GMT -8
My eyelids and lips both froze solid to the point of having to rub them to open them again. I've had my eyelids freeze together, but never my lips. :-O
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Dec 30, 2020 21:00:15 GMT -8
Post by balzaccom on Dec 30, 2020 21:00:15 GMT -8
And my wife complains when her food arrives at the table at anything other than piping hot temperatures....
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Post by daveg on Dec 30, 2020 21:18:47 GMT -8
This mention of really cold weather triggered the memory of how my parents met. If I may, I'd like to share it with you.
My mother was Canadian. She was a school teacher who, in the fall of 1941, in the midst of WWII, took a teaching job in Strong Creek, a farming community seven miles away from the Town of Peace River in northwestern Alberta, Canada. The schoolhouse was a one-room building that served 12 children of the farm families in the area. My mother lived in a one-room teacherage beside the school. The school was heated by a wood stove and the teacherage had two wood stoves -- one for cooking and a pot bellied stove for heat. One of her students chopped wood for the stoves. Her students walked or rode horses to school. In the winter, one family brought their children to school in a horse-drawn covered wagon with a stove inside.
The teacherage had no electricity, no water, and no telephone. A coal oil lamp provided light. My mother carried drinking water in a bucket from the farmhouse across the road. During the winter she gathered and melted snow for washing.
On Fridays, my mother would often go to Peace River Town for the weekend where she stayed with a friend. Sometimes, she would dismiss school early so she could catch the Friday train that ran through Strong Creek on its way to Peace River Town. Other times, she would just start walking. Occasionally, someone in a car would pick her up and take her to town. In the winter, the temperature could drop to -60*F or below so, before heading to town my mother would take all of her canned goods and anything else that she didn't want to freeze while she was gone over to the farmhouse across the road.
In the fall of 1942, my mother took a job in Peace River Town teaching seventh and eighth grade. As the name of the town suggests, the town of Peace River is located on the Peace River. At the time, the population was just under 900 residents.
My father was a farm boy from Oregon who was drafted into the U.S. Army shortly after the U.S. entered WWII. In October of 1942, he was stationed in Peace River. The soldiers built a tent city on the other side of the river from Peace River Town. They were still living in the tents as winter settled in and temperatures reached -35*F. But quonset huts were being built and they were completed before the really cold weather arrived. There was one week that winter when the temperature never rose above -60*F. My father wrote: "Only a small fire was required to keep them [the quonset huts] quite warm. But we did not sit with our feet on the floor, where even hair oil would freeze solid!"
During the winter the soldiers at the encampment would walk to Peace River Town to purchase items, seek entertainment, socialize, and attend church services. My mother went to the Anglican Church in town. On Sundays, the church held a social hour after the evening service. It was at one of these social hours that my father and mother met.
At one point when my mother and father were seeing each other, my mother asked "How cold would it have to be before you wouldn't walk over to see me?"
"Below minus 50" my father replied.
My mother told me that's when she knew they were in love.
They were engaged in January. In February, my father was stationed in Edmonton but they continued their courtship by mail.
At that time, teachers in Canada were considered essential workers and were not allowed to leave the country without getting permission. In July, 1943, my mother got permission to leave long enough to get married. My parents were married in the state of Washington, borrowed my grandfather's car for a short honeymoon, then returned to Canada for most of the remainder of the war.
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Dec 31, 2020 6:57:20 GMT -8
Post by bradmacmt on Dec 31, 2020 6:57:20 GMT -8
Dave, such a great story!
Thanks so much for sharing...
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Dec 31, 2020 8:02:57 GMT -8
Post by autumnmist on Dec 31, 2020 8:02:57 GMT -8
daveg, that's a very touching and emotional story, and a tribute to those who endured and survived, coping if not conquering in one way or another the challenges of frigid weather.
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Post by johntpenca on Dec 31, 2020 10:55:01 GMT -8
I think about the wild animals. It is amazing to me that they can survive extreme cold temps without clothes, heat, a roof and walls, opposable thumbs, etc. They truly are incredible.
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