It’s 5 degrees outside. I’m walking in to work (my office never closes). I can’t feel my knees. I’ve temporarily lost hearing in my left ear. I’m walking backwards in sync with the guy next to me so our backs are to the wind. We’re making small talk to distract ourselves from the bitter cold whipping at our bodies–and because survival and adventure bring people closer together.
My feet? Warm and dry. These guys were put to the test today. And they passed with flying colors.
Stay safe and warm out there!
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In other words, springtime in Superior, Wisconsin ): May I suggest long underware, more useful than software? Best wishes.