Can you imagine what -99°F feels like? Are there even words to describe that kind of bitter cold? I suppose that’s a question only Joe can answer.
And answer he did. He summed it up as “invigorating.” Just what kind of a lunatic am I married to?
Yesterday Joe texted me via satellite phone and reported that it was -60°F with a 15 mph wind. I looked at the windchill chart and it doesn’t even go down to that temperature, so I had to crunch the numbers myself and discovered that it was 99 below.
It looks like the old idiom, March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb, might ring true this year.
Joe and the team chose not to travel in that kind of windchill. I’m sure the dogs spent part of the day curled up tight, staying warm with their noses nestled under their fluffy tails. I bet there was plenty of playtime on the picket line, too. Malamutes are amazing creatures to be out in those kind of conditions and thinking nothing of it. That’s resilience!