How does howling winds, 10 degrees above zero, F., sound?
I am sitting at the computer on the enclosed porch overlooking the frozen river. The word 'cold' comes to mind. Not too cold, yet. Too cold is when you walk out to the shed to get wood for the stove and your eyeballs can't move because the tears have frozen, you can't breath through your mouth because your lips have frozen together, now THAT'S cold!
It's too early in the season for the ice fishermen to be out there.
It takes a few nights below zero for the ice to be hard enough for them to pull their little huts out onto the river ice with their snowmobiles.
They once used jeeps, the small WWII type of jeep not the monsterous SUV jeeps of today. I suppose before that horses were used. That would be long before my time.
There is snow predicted for the drive back through Boston on Wednesday, but we'll have snow tires on the car. This will hopefully make the drive a tad easier,
Ah, Maine in Winter, what fun...
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