What a difference direction makes. Going out of town on this 1 degree day was pleasant enough, but apparently we had a 2 mph tailwind. Not much you say, however walking at 3 mph into a 2 mph headwind makes it feel 5 degrees colder. We were lucky that wind wasn’t 7 mph, because then you would be feeling 21 degrees colder. This is my explanation for returning twice to the cabin today for extra clothing. Deb, after being here a month already, correctly dressed the first time.
Of course he won’t listen to me. Deb here.
We have almost 11 hours of daylight. Three weeks to reach the equinox. But before that wonderful pagan celebration on March 14th, with the help of each of us, our clocks will spring forward, plunging our sunrise one hour later which is my mid morning. It’s time for my second cup at sunrise. It’s torture. How is it everyone goes along with this messing around with time, making us lose an hour which our god-given circadian rhythms can never recover from, putting us in a murderous mood, yet people won’t accept the polite edict to wear a mask for the simple reason it’s a small price to pay to same lives. And everyone knows you look a damn-site better behind a mask, and if you don’t believe me, study someone’s nose, anyone’s, stare at it and you’ll see how ridiculous they all look.
Back to our lovely time in McGrathland. Today I challenged my engineer husband to make something practical and brilliant from a piece of string, a wood chip and a stick of margarines. Here it is. Brilliant.
Mountain Peace 