This is a special post, dedicated to those of you who’ve been shivering in the chill of a Northern Hemisphere winter, shovelling snow, and/or kvetching about it being less than balmy in places like Miami.
Today it was 43 degrees Fahrenheit.
No, that’s not a typo. I didn’t forget the minus sign. Not just above zero, not just above freezing, but 43 miserable degrees.
Our room was sweltering, even with the heat turned off (we’re on the top floor of a building with a roof that enjoys absorbing sunlight). People were walking around outside in t-shirts.
I had a day off, so I hiked Hut Point Ridge… in just my windpants (as in windbreaker pants, not windmaker, for the more juvenile among you who need such clarification…) and a fleece shirt. No hat, no jacket. And I still overheated.
I was thinking about traveling around Australia when I got off the Ice at the end of the season, but now I’m thinking I might need to be airlifted directly to Greenland, bypassing the lower latitudes altogether.
I think the Wicked Witch of the West said it best: Help me, I’m melting!