I’ve seen hot water at cold temperatures before. My grandfather used to hate to scrape his windshield. Whenever there was frost, he would take the teakettle out and dump it over his windows. I was quite surprised that it took three years before he lost his first windshield that way.
Anyway, the point of that little story is that I’ve seen what hot water does in Vermont winters before. It steams a bit, then it turns to ice, you slip on it and then you die. That’s just what it does.
Last Friday, I learned that -20 is a magic temperature. That at -20 it was possible to toss a cup of boiling water into the air and have it turn to ice before it fell.
I was provided with a picture taken at the Antarctic science station of just that - a bearded man tossing a cup of water into the air and having a spray of ice and frozeny-vapor come out. I could hear science calling me.
The next day was a Saturday, and one of my precious days off, but science yowled for escape, clawing the inside of my head until I twitched a bit. Then I set the alarm for 5:45.
It turns out that it was still too dark to photograph outside at 5:45 in the morning, but the water that I had heated made a nice cup of tea. I should have known it would be too dark - I usually get up at 5 on weekdays - but the tea was very good.
At 6:15 I put more water on to boil, and suited up again. It was cold outside, and I needed proper protection from the weather. Down jacket, boots and fluffy pink scarf later, and I was ready to go. Fellow-member and wife Flashpoint also suited up to be my partner-in-science. Watson to my Crick, Tom to my Jerry and photojournalist to my folly.
Boiling water went into my trusty blue Thermos, and out we went.
It worked.
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I resent the cold a bit less now, knowing that I could toss things into the air in a beautiful display any time I care to.
Much thanks to imageshack for the free pic hosting.