The Bold of Cold/Big Footin'

The BOLD of COLD: We've finally hit the big time in cold here. According to ADN, "Amid the deepest cold snap in a decade, the National Weather Service station in West Anchorage yesterday registered it's 10th straight day of double-digit negative temperatures -- with the coldest day all winter. The mercury fell to minus 19." The further north you go the more of a blast it is, "Driving north from Anchorage, the readings fell even further. A frigid spot in Eagle River registered minus 38. In Palmer it was minus 40. In Willow minus 47." Anchorage are where the wimps live. The stout of heart live in Fairbanks. Their not whining about the cold snap their headline states... "Past cold spells have proven worse in Interior". They are the bold of cold.

We BIG Footin: Even though it's cold I absolutely HAVE to do something outside. If not, I turn into a psychotic killer (or at least it seems that way).

The solution to winter sanity is to strap webs to my feet and become Big Foot incarnate (otherwise known as snowshoeing). Something tranquil happens when busting out my own personal trail to no where. You wouldn't think in these temperatures sweating is possible. Swathed in umpteen layers of protective gear its inevitable. It's sort of like taking fat back and wrapping it in cellophane under a slow flame. By the time I get home the tell tale signs of working hard show up on my long johns...skunk sweat back, chest radiation, and my favorite... crotch perspiration (which could be confused with something else but never mind).