See - I can’t even type correctly as my fingers are frozen due to wind chill and weather. My dog ran home on his walk because it was too cold out there and…I was left stranded in the alley behind my house wondering where the heck he went off to.
He found his way home, but I was blinded by the drifting snow. And I can’t remember which posts I entered on this fora of a website. Which historically is a common occurrence for me around the holidays.
Sad but true. Any way, hope all that at least Santa left you a lump of coal because I sure could use it about now. Brrr.
I blew a front cylinder seal on the Harley about 6 years back riding about 60-70mph at an air temp of like 2 above. Taught me to cut the Evo Is and after at 20 at the lowest. Aluminum just isn’t iron.
Had the firing pin on a firearm freeze on me a time or three. Luckily they still opened so I could unload them. These days for cold weather I replace the Hoppe’s with a mixture of trumpet valve oil and Prestone. Seriously. I love the cold but some of my things don’t nearly as much as I do.
I went to college for two years at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks. Over the thanksgiving weekend in my second year, the temperature dropped to -60F. I’m sitting in the dorm with my girlfriend when she says “Gee, I’d really like some French fries and a coke. . .” Instead of going up to my room to get gloves and earmuffs, I slung on my coat and manfully embarked on my mission of love, hoping to later get an emission of love.
It was about a quarter mile to the Student Union, and I pulled my hands inside of my sleeves and covered my ears with my forearms. Got the fries and the coke, and was able to still pull my hands up inside the sleeves, but couldn’t raise my arm holding the coke for obvious reasons, so kept trying to swap ears with the other arm. Frostbit both ears and now, 50 years later, my ears are still sensitive to cold.
27 inches of snow since the 21st. Some of it blown in and packed. Was in Denver over the weekend so needed to plow when my Wife and I got home.
Of course plow truck would not start. Managed to get a path dug to it with the tractor on Christmas, jump started once, died, and now nothing. It’s the battery or alternator or both. That’s what I’m taking the day off to deal with today. WHEEEE…
Anyway, I did ‘plow’ with the open cab tractor. 6 hours, it’s still a mess, but we can get in and out. For now. Was dressed properly (North Face bibs, vest, coat, gaitors), still seemed to take forever to warm up when I got done.
If I can’t get my plow running, I’m really up the creek. It’s not in a place that a tow truck can reach.
I was once out in the woods at night with my three German Shepherds. One was an exceptionally large, intact male and thought himself a real ‘tough guy’.
There was the sound of a twig cracking up ahead and the silhouette of a small Black Bear about 50 feet away. All three dogs turned tail and ran all the way home, leaving me alone in the dark woods with a bear. :rolleyes:
I won’t ask about June because I lived in Tucson south of you for some 9 odd years. They (the city) did not a have proper sewer system so they used the streets for the rain and flash floods from the Lemon mountain. It sorta made walking and hiking around a little difficult. God forbid if you were caught unaware in a wash somewhere in the foothills.
These are all great stories. Thank you for sharing.
I have to share another thing that happened to me. (MSPIS territory)
I recently visited my old campsite from three years ago - where I abandoned my tent and some gear that I could not carry out but did not really care as I now had a proper house to live in.
To my surprise there was some guy “living” there. It is way off the beaten path so to speak (way off as in deep woods off), so I about pooped my pants when he came out of the tent which was a cheapo Walmart one and still standing. I was surprised that it was still upright and even still there where I planted it over three years ago.
Nice guy, homeless like I was at one point, and glad my investment in a 50 dollar tent made its’ way to someone else. We had hot coffee from the fire pit I had built previously and had a great conversation about both our live experiences.
So to keep this slightly on-topic…have you ever almost pooped or peed in your pants?
I almost did. But I really don’t know if I want hear your tale about that subject. And please if you did, no pictures as I just ate my supper and don’t want to lose it.
