I’m thinking it must have been 78/79 when me and some buddies went up to the family cabin near Duluth for some ice fishing. We were just kids, so didn’t pay no mind of the forecast. I’m not sure what our parents were thinking though, letting us go.
It got down to -44 degrees. No insulation in the cabin at that - time just planks on the walls and floor. Even sitting around the pot-belly stove rattling with a roaring fire it was cold 5 feet away. Wake up in the morning and the frost from our breathing covered everything!
Walking from the parking lot to church this morning I asked my husband why we live here.
January and February are tough; there’s not enough vitamin D on the shelves to get me through them.
During the intense cold of January 1977, the continental USA had cloud cover for the entire month.