Yesterday morning, the outdoor temperature here was minus-25 Fahrenheit. For those of you of a Celsius persuasion, that’s almost minus-32.
That’s the cold of insta-frostbite. That’s the cold of “keep your pets in, no matter how much they agitate to go out.”
That’s the cold of “three cat nights” in bed, hot chocolate with boozy eggnog added in, and letting the mail pile up in the box because how important could it be anyway?
And it’s the cold of one of my favorite weather phenomena.
Our Lake Champlain water temperature is 36 degrees right now (about 2 Celsius). The bays are frozen solid enough for ice fishers to be out in their tents.
But steam is rising off the broad lake. Big billows of steam . . .