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Baby It's Cold Outside

Happy late Groundhog Day!  This is the first time in my memory that Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow, thus predicting an early spring.  Well...maybe for the lower 48 that is!  Last Monday was really cold. Like -50 degrees Fahrenheit cold.  Now I feel like I have actually experienced Alaskan cold, and although I have heard that it can get down to 60 below zero, I really don't care to experience it.

8:30 am on our drive onto Post on Monday morning. Temp: -50 degrees F.


A few things that exemplify a Fairbanks winter:

1. Your car won't start at -50 because, well, it's just too darn cold. 
2. You apply facial lotion in the morning, but two minutes later it still feels like alligator skin because the air is so dry.
3. School isn't canceled, yet it is when it is 35 degrees
4. You can't see 20 yards ahead of you while driving
5. You can look directly at the sun, and it looks as though someone "hole-punched" the sky
6. "Baby, it's cold outside" plays on the radio, even though it's a month after Christmas
7.  You can't wait until it gets to be 20 below zero.  And 0 degrees F sounds heavenly!

Luckily, the -50 F weather only lasted two days, and now it is a nice and 6 degrees out.  For some reason, I was so happy last Monday.  I really don't like the cold at all, but I dealt with it very well.  Sometimes you just have to do what you don't want to do.  And I was grateful when my car started to work again Monday night when it warmed up to -30F.  I guess we know our limits now :)

Happy February to all of you, and I'm just enjoying the fact that we are gaining around 7 minutes of day light each day because we have 3 more months of winter!



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  1. Wow, now I feel like a pansy complaining about our cold weather, and the wind stinging my face. -50 is something I just dont care to ever experience.

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  2. wow... i feel horrible for complaining about -20 here... lol!
    you're a trooper!!!!

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