The temperature is supposed to drop to -20 Fahrenheit tonight. It is at times like this that I’m grateful for engineers and those who went before me. This part of Colorado, the plains before the Rockies, used to be populated with brave souls who lived in sod houses. Their version of insulation was the thick mud and grass and they had a wooden door, probably with cracks in various places, and if they had the luxury of a stove or fireplace wood was more scarce, so you wouldn’t just burn it without considering the need to replenish the supply and cooking needs.
I suppose now would be a good time to point out that ice is an important part of making ice cream (in a traditional recipe and manufacturing process). So bring on the 20 below, and pass the milk, sugar, vanilla, half-and-half and of course the mittens.
Have you suggested to Abby that this is what she would face living in a covered wagon for a year in the mountains?
Our power went out last night about 2am (and by our, I mean half of Holly Hills Baptist Church–at least, the half that live out near us). They just turned it back on (7:30). It is a bit cold in the house.