It only snowed for about 20 minutes this morning, and didn’t amount to anything, except it came as my wife and I were each driving to work, and the winds whipped it across the street enough so it was hard to see in spots.
Today’s wind was the type that knocks twigs and branches off trees if you’re lucky, and knocks down trees and wires if you’re not.
But as bad as today was, a former professor of mine decided to share on Facebook the conditions at Mount Washington, New Hampshire: -8 Fahrenheit and winds of 141 mph with gusts up to 166 mph.
I’ve never understood the formula, but she said that adds up to a wind chill of -55.
That’s even bad compared to where she lives and where I went to college in Central New York, where I’ve said for years there are two seasons — winter and February, and February is too damn cold.
It’s the home of what I dubbed “Utica wind,” a meteorological phenomenon where whichever direction you were facing, the wind was always in your face. If you started walking to class and realized you left something in your dorm room, the wind would shift in the time it took to turn around.
When my wife and I lived in New York, we used to wake up to the local NPR station, where the weather report would include Mount Washington and Eureka in the Nunavut Territory of extreme northern Canada.
I’m not saying it gets cold there, although I seem to recall that the conditions usually started with “ice crystals.”
But the absolute worst day was when the temperature in either Mount Washington or Nunavut was going to be warmer than Albany.
I’m pretty sure the point for including them was to show us our winter weather wasn’t going to be so bad, not as an improvement over where we were.
That’s what watching spring training baseball is for.
Ahhh … spring training … where the sun is shining and you can hope a shortstop who has barely played in two years works out.
The snowman in the picture by Couleur on Pixabay looks far happier than I would be.