mumble mutter condensible particulate matter…jet stream… BAH. (Hi Brucie)
Today I make it my mission (after I get the kids to the bus), to take pictures of the cold. I hate winter. I hate Christmas. And New Year stopped being fun after I was about 7. I was born the day before Summer Solstice, and wintertime, well, it just offends me.
So what the hell am I doing in Northern Alberta? Obviously, it’s not for the weather, or for the terrific community planning. It’s the bloody money, duh.
Back to my miserable rant about the weather.
At -13 (current temp), there are still a few die-hard wackjobs out there jogging. Jogging!
At -15, if you park your car outdoors and your vehicle is warm and it’s snowing, the snow melts and re-freezes in a solid layer of ice all over. Your doors will be frozen shut, your windshield wipers will be stuck, and you may actually be forced to… (shudder) SCRAPE.
After about -28 (that’s 18 degrees to my friends south of the border), the moisture in the air is totally gone. So instead of the crunch crunch sound, the snow makes a horrible squeaking noise, kind of like rubbing styrofoam packing pieces against a cardboard box. It sets my teeth on edge just thinking about it.
After that, there turns out to be no easily discernible difference in temperature. There comes a certain point in the cold where the difference in temperature means freezing to death is only a few seconds one way or the other.
On the flipside- there is nothing quite so satisfying as being the first to tromp through a snow covered field. Even if it has to effing squeak.