At least partially inspired by the post the other day about defining terms for cold, a friend sent an email to her friends giving her cold story and asking if anyone else had a story about extreme cold. Hmmm extreme cold, now what does that mean? In Brazil. In Alaska. In Antarctica.
She received many entertaining responses. One of them really stood out.
It was written by a woman named Amy Modig who grew up in Interior Alaska where one often encountered temperatures of 50 below zero or more. This was just part of her story:
“60 below was not something anyone would hop around in unless you absolutely had to. I remember having to run up the long, long driveway with my two brothers to catch the bus to school at -58, trying to time it so we wouldn't have to wait too long for the bus or make the bus wait for us. Of course, the buses wouldn't come at 60 below. What a thrill that was. We could stay home with our intermittent nosebleeds and hair that stuck straight out from electric charges - the air pressure was so high during a deep cold snap it was really really dry. But we could make electric arcs between our fingers two inches long!
“Cold was so exhilarating, but only because there was a warm place to get to. Yikes. But then I discovered that people didn't have to live that way really and I moved… to Anchorage.”
I thought the picture above was pretty funny and demonstrates according to the caption what happens to whiskey at minus 51 degrees. To be honest I copied it from a gallery on a facebook page called I’m from Alaska. 30 degrees is not cold. It is a fun page with at this point 79 pictures of cold people have experienced. On the second to last gallery page is a picture of a rear view mirror thermometer showing minus 40. That’s mine.
No comments:
Post a Comment