I grew up on ‘da Range, 60 miles north of Duluth, MN. As a kid (yes, I was a nerd) I learned the 30-30-30 rule. “At -30 F, with a 30 kt wind, exposed flesh freezes solid in 30 sec.”
Not exactly true but you don’t want to quibble. I snowshoed and camped at -40, and labored in the taconite mine pits. Cold ain’t fun. While I was working on my PhD in biophysics, specializing in how organisms adapted to extremes in their environments, I refined the relationships.
And as a one-generation-removed Norwegian (ishda, Swedes) what the hell do these ‘effing idiots expect? You can’t cheat the laws of thermodynamics.
If I had any sense, I’d stop writing. But I’m getting too old to give a damn. Before ETS, Dept Army personnel wanted me to go RA. “Hey, LT. We can give you a boat company in Panama, or the research post in Greenland.” Both were attractive. My own nuclear reactor? Hot damn. I taught survival at Ft. Sherman.
Yes. In my youth, I lived in some cold places too.
You just dress warm and adjust.
Those furs and fur hats, as politically incorrect they are, are very good for that weather!
But you cannot rely on electricity!
If it goes down, you are dead!
You need a fossil fuel, which is reliable, even in stove!
Nuclear power is the best source of energy right now, but people are scared of it (unnecessary!). About as scared as of UFO and psychic phenomena!
I guess, as partly Swedish, I have to disagree with one of your points.
We can discuss Swedish jokes about Norwegians, if you wish!