For no good reason other than it’s Friday, I got to pondering; who are our most extreme Dopers?
Not politically, or naked-bungee-jumping-out-of-a-helicopter-that’s-on-fire-over-a-tankful-of-wolverines type extreme, but geographically:
Who is the most northerly Doper? Nunavut Boy, on Baffin Island, surely must be in the running! (Is anyone actually posting from north of 60?)
And southerly? Do we have anyone in the Antarctic scientific community?
How about the highest Doper (above mean sea level, I should add)?
And which Doper is the lowest of the low (and for more than 20 minutes, in 1960)?
How about the wettest and driest Dopers? (Based on average annual rainfall in their locality?)
Oldest/youngest? Tallest/shortest?
Posting from the highest office building?
Posting from the oldest building?
I can’t really lay claim to any of the above, so I’ll use a weaselly subjective extreme: Doper with the nicest view out of their office window: I am on a hill overlooking a 19th-century lighthouse, with a placid ocean leading across to the magnificent snow-capped Olympic Mountains.
I may be in the oldest building at least for U.S. Dopers if not everyone. My house first shows up on census records in 1760 and is still largely original.
Here is a picture of it.. It is wooden post and beam. The hand hewn beams are still exposed in places. Most of the house has tall ceilings (8’ to 12’). However, the kitchen had a 6’ ceiling when we bought it with some spots sagging a little lower. I am 6’1 so that was a problem. We spent a huge amount of money raising the kitchen ceiling all we could to 6’2’’ evenly in all places. It looks incredibly low in there but I am completely used to it now. Still, it is funny when 5’8’’ guys come over and duck in the kitchen. I try to be tactful in explaining that they have nothing to worry about.
