14 Below and Falling, and my Yahoo Page is froze

[Rat Finkenstein]

It's been nice here in Northern MN. Hasnt gone below 0 F much yet this winter, it is 19 degrees F and 14 MPH winds. Some snow flurries, highs in the upper 20s to low 30s. Perfect winter weather! :thumbup:

 

[munk]

There was a stucco house kind of place, plants and yards, gardens, and against the wall grew Pomegranite shrubs. The owner knew school kids stole the fruit but he did not mind, he allowed it as a gift. I think he laughed. We'd hop on top of the fence and pluck the ripe fruits from the branches closest to the wall. There were a 'brace' of (?) Peacocks in the yard, and every evening in the warm Southern California air you could hear the male bird cry the Sun to sleep. It is a shrill, peircing cry, and travels over Orange Grove and Developments precisely. I used to mock the bird, in my young throat I could mimic the sound; and the Peacock would call back to me.



munk

 

[ibear]

I've pissed on the prarrie when it was 40 below and the stream did not freeze before it hit the ground. But that's not 72.

It's the killin cold. It's as simple as that. In the desert it's the Killin Sun.

munk

What would you do if your piss froze solid? That might hurt!

Smile Citizen Munk, Christmas is coming very soon!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Oh yeah, keep it in your pants!

iBear

 

[ibear]

There was a stucco house kind of place, plants and yards, gardens, and against the wall grew Pomegranite shrubs. The owner knew school kids stole the fruit but he did not mind, he allowed it as a gift. I think he laughed. We'd hop on top of the fence and pluck the ripe fruits from the branches closest to the wall. There were a 'brace' of (?) Peacocks in the yard, and every evening in the warm Southern California air you could hear the male bird cry the Sun to sleep. It is a shrill, peircing cry, and travels over Orange Grove and Developments precisely. I used to mock the bird, in my young throat I could mimic the sound; and the Peacock would call back to me.

munk

We did the same thing with cherries. Acrossed the valley on Wilanch Inlet, where we lived, Harry Walker had a cherry tree that provided fantastic cherries. In the pasture was a bull.... not just any bull.... this was a big dangerous Jersey Bull of gigantic proportions, whose job it was to impregnate all the Jersey cows. Rough job! He resented us in his territory, immensely.

We ran fast. We never got rammed or gored by the bull, but once it was very close when I tripped and fell. I got up and ran over the cattle guard just by a nats whisker..... Made it to freedom.

Stupid things kids will do for cherries!

iBear

 

[Thomas Linton]

There was a stucco house kind of place, plants and yards, gardens, and against the wall grew Pomegranite shrubs. The owner knew school kids stole the fruit but he did not mind, he allowed it as a gift. I think he laughed. We'd hop on top of the fence and pluck the ripe fruits from the branches closest to the wall. There were a 'brace' of (?) Peacocks in the yard, and every evening in the warm Southern California air you could hear the male bird cry the Sun to sleep. It is a shrill, peircing cry, and travels over Orange Grove and Developments precisely. I used to mock the bird, in my young throat I could mimic the sound; and the Peacock would call back to me.



munk

Heeelp. Heeelp.

(Seriously, lovely and evocative. :thumbup: )

 

[kronckew]

the coldest i've ever been was -60F, we were in the pack ice up in the arctic, the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky & (most important) no wind at all. captain stopped the ship for a while (we had scientists on board doing 'studies') & we were allowed to go out on the ice to play football. we were soon in shirtsleeves as it felt so hot in the sun. bit later that day (back on ship) the wind picked up & a heavy parka & actic gloves was not enough. one of my room mates had a full beard & handlebar mustache - at least when he went out on deck later that evening (never did get to 'night'). when he came back in, one of his handles had snapped off in the cold. there were colder days where we were not allowed on deck at all, but with wind-chill etc. we never did the shirtsleeves thing again. at least we didn't have any wolves howling in the background.

-p.s. - we tried pissing on the ice while we were playing out there, the stream didn't freeze, but it froze within seconds after hitting the ground, we were afterwards told that was not a very good idea, if a wind had come up we could have suffered frost-bite down there which is too unbearable to think about. keep it in your pants indeed.

 

[silenthunterstudios]

Temp around 10 tonight, with a wind chill of 2. I don't even want to think about anything below zero.

Saw something on tv about crews on ice breakers urinating on their hands to keep them warm while working on deck.

 

[kronckew]

Saw something on tv about crews on ice breakers urinating on their hands to keep them warm while working on deck.

don't remember anyone having to do that, of course i was an asst. engineer officer on the icebreaker (WAGB 283, Burton Island, for you military buffs), so i didn't HAVE to go outside much, was fairly warm down below in the engr. spaces. some of the deckies may have been that dumb, but i'd not heard of one.

we all took turns breaking off ice from spray freezing on the superstructure once (they tend to turn over & sink if you don't) using axe handles, but we took 1/2 hr turns & if anyone started to get cold, they went inside, even the captain took his turn on deck.

pulling out your tackle with your cold hands to pee on those same hands would be difficult as they don't work well when cold, and would result in a frozen willy, and probably get you told off for being out on deck unprepared. the few times i've been out when it was really cold, there was no way in hell i'd take my mittens off to pee, i'd pee in my pants rather than stick my joystick out in that weather. luckily i managed to make it inside before the situation arose.

we did have a seaman stick his tongue onto a handrail once on a dare, froze to it of course, someone had to get a big teakettle of boiling water to heat the rail up & release his tongue before it was too badly damaged. he was in a world of sh1t from his chief.