If global warming is on its way so is the next ice age!!! Brrrrr!

There are times when I find it hard to believe that global warming is coming our way. The last week of January and now the last four days of plunging temperatures and bitterly cold winds leads me to believe that if global warming is on its way, so is the next ice age.
People may tell me that we experienced weather like this when I was much younger. They may even try to convince me that as a carrier over 40 years ago, I had no problem coping with the cold harsh temperatures of winter.
I just can’t remember feeling so cold or getting chilled like I do today.
When I was talking about this around the office, someone asked if I remembered in the lat 70’s that we went over 30 days before the temperature climbed about 0 F. It brought back a quick memory. I have to admit that I did remember that month.
It was the first year, the Emo Bonspiel took place on natural ice that avoided the January thaw. The curlers complained of how slow the ice was and the great amount of energy that was required to get the rocks from one end to the other.
As I thought about the cold weather, I can remember some snowmobile trips in January across Rainy Lake to Clearwater and Off Lake that took place in bitter weather. One of the most memorable was a return trip back to Frog Creek from Northwest Bay. We had stopped to warm up and discovered our bottle of rum had turned to slush.
Five of us were going to warm up, but when we tipped the bottle to find ice crystals floating around.
We realized then how cold it was that day. We probably were dressed for the day with well insulated boots, suits, toques, mitts, and could hide behind our windshields. Getting back to the landing in darkness, I think we all enjoyed hopping into our vehicles that we had warming while we loaded the snow machines onto trailers.
There is something magical at night with the cold white lights starring down from the sky and the snow crunching and squeaking under your boots as you as the air rushes down your wind pipe and expands as it warms itself.
At the end of a brisk walk, your complexion is rosy, and you feel a certain pride for exercising in such harsh conditions. And perhaps you then really appreciate coming back into a warm home and collapsing into a soft lounging chair.
Perhaps, if I wore those long johns and those lined corduroy pants with my felt boots that I wore as a twelve year old newspaper carrier, that night time walk wouldn’t be so chilling. Daylight lasts longer every day, and there are only 38 days to go to reach spring.
–Jim Cumming,
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