Spring TimeMarch, at the South Pole it is the beginning of night. Here in Utah it is Spring time, and Spring in Utah means that it is too cold one day and too hot the next. This makes me ask:
Which do you like better, hot or cold? Feel free to post answers in the comments below.
When I was a kid winter was my favorite time of year. I think this is mostly because my birthday and Christmas are in December and like most kids those were two of my favorite days. I always loved it when it would snow on my birthday, which it did frequently. As a teenager I would go skiing, snowmobiling, and just have a blast playing in the snow.
However, as I've gotten older I prefer warm or even hot weather. It is common in Utah for people to complain about it being too hot during the summer, and complain about it being too cold in the winter. I don't complain about the hot weather, I love it, but I am no longer a fan of the cold weather. I have biked through the desert in 120F and loved it. I love biking in the mountains in the summer, wild flowers, the smell of the pine trees, and just being outside.
But the cold winter means people quit biking which is hard for my bike store. Plus since I have put all my money in the store I don't have much for necessities like heating my house. Through the winter we keep our house just barely warm enough to keep the pipes from freezing. Well, we try to keep it warm enough to keep the pipes from freezing but sometimes they freeze anyway.
To the Moon
So why would I want to spend a couple months in the extreme cold of the Antarctic? I think JFK summed it it well when he said, "We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."
I Can't Wait
I haven't looked forward to the next winter with such anticipation, such desire, hardly being able to wait, since I was a kid.
|Saturday March 23|