BigBill
Absent Comrade
I purchased all these new special insulated camp hunting clothes and I'm testing them out. Bill
As long as the wind isn't howling, minus 15 to 20F isn't bad at all as long as I'm properly dressed as if for an arctic expedition.
Some of my favorite winter memories are of midnight hikes around the 'farm' in January and February. 510 acres of forest trails, fields, meadows, hills, swamps, lake... And if that wasn't enough, the even larger State game area next door. Too cold even for most of the local snowmobilers, these were solo treks, as friends and family thought I was crazy.
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Skies so clear that the stars still shine as sharp points even with bright moonlight...
Light and shadow, diamond flashes everywhere as you move and the moonlight plays off of the snow on the ground and branches...
Air so cold that the snow has stayed a loose powder, that hisses and crunches with every step of my boots, and falls again in a shower of sparks when I kick it up...
The 'bite' of the cold air as I breathe it in, and the mist that forms and dissipates when I exhale, or freezes around my hood and face, pin-pricks of ice...
Views from the hilltop so crisp and clear in the moonlight that more detail can be seen in the distance than on any summer's day, and looking like I've stepped into an Ansel Adams photograph...
The quiet, when the sound of the few cars on the highway several miles away at this hour has been muted to nothing, absorbed by the powder, and all I can hear is the crunch of my boots in the snow, the swish of the fabric of my parka and cloths as I walk, and the muffled 'thud' from the occasional mass of snow falling in a shower from the tree branches...
Or the occasional echoing "Snap-Twing!" as the ice on the lake cracks as the water below freezes even deeper and stresses on the surface ice are suddenly relieved...
And none of it would be the same without this bitter, bitter cold, a key part of the flavor and feeling of these winter walks, in a world that few have wanted to share...
Having lived all over the country and lived in places that got 60 below, IMO, the temperature is not the biggest factor, the amount of wind is what makes it unbearable.
This winter I haven't used a heater and only wore a thin flannel once in the morning. I still wear white after Labor Day.
You can dress for cold but they won't let you strip down bare in most places when it's hot.
As long as the wind isn't howling, minus 15 to 20F isn't bad at all as long as I'm properly dressed as if for an arctic expedition.
Some of my favorite winter memories are of midnight hikes around the 'farm' in January and February. 510 acres of forest trails, fields, meadows, hills, swamps, lake... And if that wasn't enough, the even larger State game area next door. Too cold even for most of the local snowmobilers, these were solo treks, as friends and family thought I was crazy.
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Skies so clear that the stars still shine as sharp points even with bright moonlight...
Light and shadow, diamond flashes everywhere as you move and the moonlight plays off of the snow on the ground and branches...
Air so cold that the snow has stayed a loose powder, that hisses and crunches with every step of my boots, and falls again in a shower of sparks when I kick it up...
The 'bite' of the cold air as I breathe it in, and the mist that forms and dissipates when I exhale, or freezes around my hood and face, pin-pricks of ice...
Views from the hilltop so crisp and clear in the moonlight that more detail can be seen in the distance than on any summer's day, and looking like I've stepped into an Ansel Adams photograph...
The quiet, when the sound of the few cars on the highway several miles away at this hour has been muted to nothing, absorbed by the powder, and all I can hear is the crunch of my boots in the snow, the swish of the fabric of my parka and clothes as I walk, and the muffled 'thud' from the occasional mass of snow falling in a shower from the tree branches...
Or the occasional echoing "Snap-Twing!" as the ice on the lake cracks as the water below freezes even deeper and stresses on the surface ice are suddenly relieved...
And none of it would be the same without this bitter, bitter cold, a key part of the flavor and feeling of these winter walks, in a world that few have wanted to share...