But it's still 104 in the hot tub that's outside, so itsall good! A few icicles in the hair never killed anyone yet.
That's not out of the realm of possiblity. Did a quick google search and we hit -60 windchill last year.
Born here,raised here,visited 25+ US states & 9 European countries. I may biatch & moan about the summer's heat/humidity or winter's cold/snow but I still love it here & plan on being buried here.
Most definitely not out of the realm of possibility. I can remember many times of -80 wind chills in MI.
Coldest I ever remember here was -52 wc, back in the late 90's. The worst I remember was sometime in the 90s when it hit -52. Not sure why that stuck in my head.
It's been a while ago Dave but I remember several, especially back in the 70's. We had some super cold winters then, but then again, we were Yoopers.
Wow! I've seen temps just short of -30 with wind chills that made 2 things shrivel into near nothingness, but never that low!
Yes, I've seen that same poem with Maine in it! Here is another, not so cute but you can relate to it. Splitting Wood In Winter by Douglas Woodsum You’ll need a barn with a big door, the old- fashioned kind that hangs on wheels, slides open down a track. You’ll need a bare bulb, the sun having sunk before your return from work. You’ll need a splitting maul (the ax always gets stuck), a medieval weapon perfect for pillaging heat from the heart of hardwood. You can plug in the portable radio or just listen to the hush of the swing, then thwack…or thoonk, the soft clinks or cloonks of the splits falling from the chopping block onto the old, thick, scarred floorboards of the barn. You’ll need your hands to rip apart pieces still connected by strips of unsplit wood. You’ll need to load the canvas carrier thrice, enough to survive the dead of night. You won’t need reminding, “Splitting wood warms you twice: once chopping it, once burning it.” You’ll smile walking through the cold, back to the house, your hot breath a harbinger of wood smoke.
