Yesterday afternoon, I stopped at a store on the way home from work. No, that's not remarkable. What was remarkable was that it was colder then, than it was when I left for work that morning.
-7° F. was the high for the day. And why do I keep posted the "F." after the temps? Because - invariably - I'll get either a comment or an e-mail asking if I mean "F" or "C".
To paraphrase a line from Larry Correia, "Fahrenheit is the way we roll. It's America, baby!"
But this morning it's only 0, so that's a warm-up. I'm still sorely tempted to fly up to Fairbanks in winter, just to see what real cold is like.
The coldest weather we've experienced on a continual basis was a few Januarys ago, when it got down to -27 in Anchorage, and stayed there for a couple of weeks.
Fairbanks readers, and those from the Interior (I'm lookin' at you, Griz) will laugh at that moderate cool spell. Folks in North Pole, for example, will tell me about -70.
I've experienced wind chills far colder than that*, but not actual temperatures. But I suppose a -110° wind chill qualifies as cold weather. That was the day the wind was pushing my old Bronco down the main road at 45 mph with the tranny in neutral. Old NFO and a couple of other ex-Navy types who've been on that island for any length of time are probably shivering in response, right now.
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We're a few days late getting the remainder of the Christmas decorations down, so this morning is the time. Then we're heading out for a burger and fries at one of the local eateries (no fast food, thankyouverymuch).
Beyond that, our plans do not include the future. :)
And as you can tell, that's all I've got for now. Thanks for stopping by, friends.
*Adak, anyone? Bueller?