MonadnockVol
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... can't hear a word they're saying...
Actually the reason that they're saying it is because during this recent cold snap I've been walking around without a jacket. I'm just trying to jump start my acclimatization for the winter hiking season. These same people who think I'm crazy now will be out playing Frisbee in shorts and a t-shirt during the first January thaw when it will be 10 degrees cooler than it is now. I'm just trying to raise my basal metabolic rate without having it take two months of winter.
When I was an high school I had a teacher who had done his doctoral dissertation research on plate tectonics. Specifically, he was studying mountain building in Antarctica and to collect data he spent four months (late-spring to early-fall) living and in the "ultimate down-under." He didn't stay at a base: his research required that his partner and he trek around from a campsite that they set up.
Lot's of strange things happened. One funny, if ribald, thing concerned their makeshift privy. They rested two cross-country skis between two boulders and then set a toilet seat on the skis. Things froze where they fell (plopped) and there was no smell and no mess. But one stormy night (okay, it was a dark and stormy night) when they were confined to their tent by the high winds the tent came under attack. It sounded like someone was chucking rocks at the tent. The next morning they figured it out. You guessed it: flying frozen feces.
Another thing that happened was a little scarier. They were working their way diagonally up an ice face, cutting steps with their ice axes. They weren't roped together. Suddenly my teacher's partner slipped and fell. He tried to self-arrest but his ice axe wouldn't bite on the hard ice. The slope wasn't so great that he rocketed away, but still he slid away at a good clip. My teacher watched him disappear into the mist, still trying to get his axe to hold.
Slowly my teacher started down after him to recover the body. After half an hour he discovered to his amazement that his partner had gotten his axe to bite just at the edge of a cliff. In fact, the lower part of his body was hanging over the cliff and he lacked the strength - after his ordeal - to pull himself up, so he just clung to the axe hoping my teacher would rescue him.
Anyway, he told me that after several months in Antarctica they had acclimatized so much that any time the mercury reached 10 degrees F, they would take off their shirts and sunbathe. When they left in the fall, their first stop was New Zealand. NZ was having its first cold snap of the fall (40 degrees F) and the NZ'ers were pulling out their sweaters. But my teacher and his partner were so hot that they had to lay tubs in a shallow layer of cold water in order to get to sleep.
- Monadnock Volunteer (aka Steve)
Actually the reason that they're saying it is because during this recent cold snap I've been walking around without a jacket. I'm just trying to jump start my acclimatization for the winter hiking season. These same people who think I'm crazy now will be out playing Frisbee in shorts and a t-shirt during the first January thaw when it will be 10 degrees cooler than it is now. I'm just trying to raise my basal metabolic rate without having it take two months of winter.
When I was an high school I had a teacher who had done his doctoral dissertation research on plate tectonics. Specifically, he was studying mountain building in Antarctica and to collect data he spent four months (late-spring to early-fall) living and in the "ultimate down-under." He didn't stay at a base: his research required that his partner and he trek around from a campsite that they set up.
Lot's of strange things happened. One funny, if ribald, thing concerned their makeshift privy. They rested two cross-country skis between two boulders and then set a toilet seat on the skis. Things froze where they fell (plopped) and there was no smell and no mess. But one stormy night (okay, it was a dark and stormy night) when they were confined to their tent by the high winds the tent came under attack. It sounded like someone was chucking rocks at the tent. The next morning they figured it out. You guessed it: flying frozen feces.
Another thing that happened was a little scarier. They were working their way diagonally up an ice face, cutting steps with their ice axes. They weren't roped together. Suddenly my teacher's partner slipped and fell. He tried to self-arrest but his ice axe wouldn't bite on the hard ice. The slope wasn't so great that he rocketed away, but still he slid away at a good clip. My teacher watched him disappear into the mist, still trying to get his axe to hold.
Slowly my teacher started down after him to recover the body. After half an hour he discovered to his amazement that his partner had gotten his axe to bite just at the edge of a cliff. In fact, the lower part of his body was hanging over the cliff and he lacked the strength - after his ordeal - to pull himself up, so he just clung to the axe hoping my teacher would rescue him.
Anyway, he told me that after several months in Antarctica they had acclimatized so much that any time the mercury reached 10 degrees F, they would take off their shirts and sunbathe. When they left in the fall, their first stop was New Zealand. NZ was having its first cold snap of the fall (40 degrees F) and the NZ'ers were pulling out their sweaters. But my teacher and his partner were so hot that they had to lay tubs in a shallow layer of cold water in order to get to sleep.
- Monadnock Volunteer (aka Steve)
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