Craig Dobbson wrote:Here's a picture of my canine snow plow from when he was a baby. He's three years old now, 90 pounds and much more efficient at moving snow than when I first got him. Still a big baby though.
Roberto pokachinni wrote:Today it actually wasn't that cold. It's been warming up the last few days to something like minus 10 Celsius. The roads have been dry and clean since it was so cold (minus 28 C was the coldest we had that I saw).
I was driving to work this morning though, and the road was frosted. Not so much frost that you could see it. A deer on the road. Me, wanting to avoid hitting the deer, swerved slightly. Going to fast. Didn't sleep that well last night or the previous, so my reflexes and thinking was probably not quite right. Quickly out of control on the frost. Fished and tried to re-correct, but it was no use. Cross the road, into the ditch, upside down, and back on the wheels, both airbags deployed. Everything had gone into slow motion: too much crap in the car tossed about me like in a snow globe; very surreal. Lucky though. Only minor scratches and a bruised ego. Neighbor just drove me home. Called my boss on the way home to let him know the car is a write off and that I'm taking the day off. I'll wait a bit and get someone to drive me to the clinic to get the Doc to check me out. Might be more, but at this point, probably just a little shock.
I'm all about the sweater sandwich. I skip the regular shirt on the inside, and go straight into some wool. Mine is often several thrift store sweaters, and I start against the skin with a very thin marino wool sweater. This is followed by a layer of heavier wool or two, and then something more durable and more shell like. This shell is often heavy duty cotton, or leather if I'm working, since these are resistant to the demands of heavy spark loads from grinders and welding splatter. I work outdoors and I'm often kneeling on a block of steel. So when it's really really stupid cold, like when it was minus 25 C plus the wind, I also add a battery operated heated vest (Milwaukee, Dale!-you'd love it). I put the vest between the two layers of heavier wool. Sometime when it's warmer then that, I put the vest on between the thin wool and the thick wool, with just a shell layer and it functions quite nice.
I'm a fan of layering clothing. I like the sweater sandwich.
My winter work boots are good to minus 45C, but God help getting your feet warm again in that much insulation if you get your feet sweaty and then they get cold. I let the other guy sweat with the grinders, and I do the welding. But with the welding, I just sit there, and the cold penetrates as I lose heat, and I could be sitting a long time to do the job; hence the vest. Since I am small in stature and mass, the vest has been a real blessing of a boost in keeping me warm.
I haven't worn anything you could call a proper winter boot, for probably 20 years.
Just plain lucky in general. Was in a neck brace for a couple hours while I had initial assessment and multiple upper spine X rays; but all (except for a few minor scrapes and abrasion burns and aches) was well in the end.
Just read about the roll over. Welders carry some dangerous stuff. Lucky you weren't run through.
Roberto pokachinni wrote:I'm all about the sweater sandwich. I skip the regular shirt on the inside, and go straight into some wool. Mine is often several thrift store sweaters, and I start against the skin with a very thin marino wool sweater. This is followed by a layer of heavier wool or two, and then something more durable and more shell like.
I've heard of this happening. Poor buggers haven't adapted properly to their own environment. Around here, the local squirrel variety, lives deeply underground in a network of tunnels insulates their nests, and only comes out once in a while in the winter to gather from various food storage locations.
today was so cold (ontario canada) -25*C (-11*F) the bodies of frozen squirrels are falling from their nests in my trees..
Julie dwire wrote:today was so cold (ontario canada) -25*C (-11*F) the bodies of frozen squirrels are falling from their nests in my trees....
Hey, Hey, now; we'll have none of this my squirrel is better than your squirrel sort of talk. You know the rabbit hole that that can go down in a hurry. ;)
Canadian squirrels must not be as well adapted as ours.