I was there for that winter! Idk if it was 18 or 19 [edit after posting i checked. It was likely february 9th 2019] One of the -48f nights (ambient mind you, just west of Tioga, was told later wind chills were like -75-90) I went back out to site on my days off to help a friend fix an air line on one of our pumps. Spent about 4 hours out in it straight, was on site for a while longer in and out making sure his spare stayed operational. I will never be able to truly describe how that felt. It was cold enough to trigger fight or flight, and then you have to decide to stay in it, and then have to make mechanical, proper decisions. I lost like half of a tool kit in the snow because I could not feel anything, I had to watch my hands. Eyes squinted, keeping them open froze the tears and it was a constant minor burning sensation. I had to touch metal bare skinned to get a couple of fittings off, and started threaded when putting it back together. Lost skin but not that much, but still some.
The week or so before that night we’d had a couple feet of snow and williston main street via 1804 by Scenic Sports had about a foot of snow on it when I set out. Such a special memory for me it was one of the few times it was literally me vs the world.
The light pillars at night and sun dogs in the day when it is fucking cold are pretty spectacular
I was there for that winter! Idk if it was 18 or 19 [edit after posting i checked. It was likely february 9th 2019] One of the -48f nights (ambient mind you, just west of Tioga, was told later wind chills were like -75-90) I went back out to site on my days off to help a friend fix an air line on one of our pumps. Spent about 4 hours out in it straight, was on site for a while longer in and out making sure his spare stayed operational. I will never be able to truly describe how that felt. It was cold enough to trigger fight or flight, and then you have to decide to stay in it, and then have to make mechanical, proper decisions. I lost like half of a tool kit in the snow because I could not feel anything, I had to watch my hands. Eyes squinted, keeping them open froze the tears and it was a constant minor burning sensation. I had to touch metal bare skinned to get a couple of fittings off, and started threaded when putting it back together. Lost skin but not that much, but still some.
The week or so before that night we’d had a couple feet of snow and williston main street via 1804 by Scenic Sports had about a foot of snow on it when I set out. Such a special memory for me it was one of the few times it was literally me vs the world.
The light pillars at night and sun dogs in the day when it is fucking cold are pretty spectacular
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