Today I’m traveling back to Spokane, Washington, during one of the coldest storms in recent memory.
This wouldn’t wouldn’t really be a big deal, except that I’ve spent the last 4+ years attempting to acclimatise myself to the hellishly hot Phoenix summers.
While I’ve not been terribly successful at this, I have managed to shift a bit of my senses to be a bit more heat-centric. Now, 80 degrees feels like 70, and 100 feels like 88 or so.
<em>Don’t laugh</em>. This is a survival technique. When it’s 118 here in PHX, you’ve got to find a way to not simply lay down, and die on the concrete.
Looking at a weather report, it’s supposed to be a high of 2 degrees, low of -12. So, if you’re a fellow like me, it should feel more like -12 as the high, and the low of about -22… before wind chill. (15 to 20 mph winds.)
So, yes, it’s an adventure. Sadly, I have very little in the way of winter clothes right now.
I just hope that I don’t botch my “heat tolerance +2″ come July.
- Daniel
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Coming from a place besieged by Canadian and Arctic winds to a place that is about 13 miles from the sun, I understand this concept completely. I try to explain to my father that 60 degrees here is rather chilly, but back home it is a temperature that inspires college kids to drag out their shorts and go to the beach.