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That’s right up there with a thank you from the President(s) for all I did there too. Not really needed, just doing what is right. Will say it haunts my sleep now in place of what use to, who knows what is to come of that.Amazing that you were able to do all that you did. The Countymay be to broke to stump up for repairs to the dozer, but a "thank you" wouldn't cost anything.
Cabin at 4:20?So let’s see, in last six months we have had blizzards, -40° or colder temperatures, hail, tornadoes, wildfires… who wants be my neighbor out here now?
Camper that burnt down. Propane tanks were going off they looked at me and asked what that was and I said propane tanks going off there is a camper back there. They schit themselves on that answer and said they didn't know there was one back there. Seriously all these map satellite imagery programs and y'all didn't know it was back there?Cabin at 4:20?
I've never experienced -40°, but once in Connecticut we had a few days of -20°. I won't forget...the screech of car door hinges, the crunch of the vinyl seat cracking underneath me, the intense cold of that seat, and the shaking of the car's engine when it cranked. It was a '68 Buick, 350 v8, started almost immediately.I don't have -40 either!! No complaints. No desire to sample![]()
You forgot the feeling of the skin on your butt and thighs quickly freezing UNDER all the insufficient layers and its cold fingers crawling rapidly towards your bones...Grrrr, it's enough to make me crabby just thinking about it. And frozen hair and ears (that does it, now I'm crabby). And the windows randomly shattering when it got even colder at night. Life in thermals and wool socks under all the normal clothes and sweaters yet still being too cold. Ducks freezing to the ground. Nope, toasty coastal where I am is fine even if the locals are pathetic entitled weather weenies. Zero desire to be as extreme as Mr. Weldman.I've never experienced -40°, but once in Connecticut we had a few days of -20°. I won't forget...the screech of car door hinges, the crunch of the vinyl seat cracking underneath me, the intense cold of that seat, and the shaking of the car's engine when it cranked. It was a '68 Buick, 350 v8, started almost immediately.