Being Canadian, most may think I am accustomed to tundra like conditions with 40 foot drifts of heavy snow, tunneling out of my igloo each morning to reach my Bombardier snowmobile to pick up maple syrup and poutine for dinner. (I don't recommend combining the two.) Fortunately, over the years my job has brought me from the sunny Mediterranean and back to the misty fjords of Alaska.
Today however, was a heat that I have not felt in quite some time. I believe it reached 103 if I read the five day forecast right, and for this Canuck, that's just not right. I love sun, and I'm not complaining about my lovely afternoon by the pool, but when I can't even go from my deck chair to the pool without receiving third degree burns on my feet, it makes me wonder, who on earth would want to live here year round?
Canadian summers are (for those southern folk who glance at this) very warm. With humidity we also reach almost unbearable temperatures, but it's a different kind of heat that doesn't make you want to jump into a sewer grate hoping there is cool sludge below. I do miss my winters though. Christmas without snow isn't Christmas to me, be it a gentle dusting of flakes, or a cartoon like pile of snow that prevents you from seeing across the street, that's what winter is about for me.
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| West Afton Place mid January |
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| Back deck in June...or December |
So for the next few days I will press on through Mr. Sun's blinding triple digit glow, and welcome back winter with open arms in Mexico, where it will only be 93 degrees.
Better find my toque!
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