...you’ll wonder like me, why?
Who needs sitcoms? Real life is more humorous…
After a very warm ride up to the top of Mt. Constitution, up through the sparse snow, past the frozen ponds, I made the summit in 01:01 almost making it up under a hour. Bummer. Oh, well, someday.
Going down? Allah! But it was cold! My face froze, my hands froze around the brakes, my body shook like a leaf in high wind. My teeth tried to leap out of my mouth.
At the park headquarters, I shuffled like a cerebral-palsied, meat popsicle into the men’s bathroom and crouched under the electric hand-dryer-blower-deal-ee-o for about a billion minutes thawing out; the feeling coming back into my fingers like a million molecular-sized evil elves stomping on my nerves with cleats on.
Of course, you have to press the button to keep the heat going, so I got into this ritual of bashing it with my elbow: “Bwaaaahhhhhh…errrrrr…BANG!...Bwwwwwaaaahhhh.”
When I got into town, I went to Scott’s for a hot _mocha. It was the best hot drink ever.
Sometimes it’s nice to get that cold—you appreciate anything warm very much indeed.
Air temperature 39F
2000 feet elevation gain
20 minutes of 2500 watt direct howling heat down the back of my flipping neck
1 8 ounce hot chocolate