The kind of cold that demands forbearance. Day after day after day of near and sub-zero temperatures that finds it’s way into our bones, and daily conversations.
Just after finishing opening chores I came off the mountain to take a break in the ski lodge when someone asked “How’s the snow?”
“Good skiin’!” I replied enthusiastically. “Cold. Damn cold.” I thought to myself.
Before chores were over, cold found it’s way between my goggles and hood. Like a dog might snarl before a full bite, cold nipped my cheek, reminding me, warning me, this kind of cold will freeze flesh in a very few moments.
“What did you have for breakfast, miss?”
After the words left my mouth, I realized how personal a question that was to ask a total stranger. Maybe even inappropriate.
“Eggs with ham, and cheese.” the woman replied patiently, almost with a hint of contrition in her voice.
“That sounds good, but no bread?” I asked. “No, no bread.”
“Well don’t be shy about having a snack if you feel like it. Pretty cold, you’ll burn it up quick.”
The cold caused me concern. For myself, and anyone else sharing the outdoors in this arctic air.
I didn’t eat lunch in the cafeteria as I usually do.
“Did you eat lunch today?” asked the cafeteria cashier when I saw her in the lodge later in the afternoon.
She seemed satisfied when I recited “Some chips and cheese, two hot dogs on buns, and homemade cookies with cherry stuff on top that someone’s wife had made and sent up to ski patrol base for us to share, and plenty of hot tea to wash it all down.”
More ‘crude but effective’ than ‘healthy’ diet I thought. No matter. Whatever you throw in the furnace on a day like today will burn quick just keeping the animal warm.
“That’s good – you must have good clothing on too.” she said.
“Yes I do – and lot’s of it!”
Riding the lift later, another ski patroller asked me if I knew how many layers he had on. Before I could say anything, he declared “All of them!” I inventoried my own kit and counted seven.
The weather station never reported temperatures warmer then two below zero. A steady and gusty wind kept the windchill hovering between 24 and 27 degrees below zero.
The kind of cold that provokes compassion. The kind of cold that makes you feel lucky and grateful if you have a warm bed and enough heat.
The kind of cold that makes it obvious how important it is we tend to each other’s, and our own animal’s well being.