6 hours ago, birdguy said:

Winter finally hit Roswell Fr. Bill.  It was only 7 degrees this morning and we got about an inch of snow.  It did get up to 26 this afternoon and the snow is mostly gone.  It doesn't melt here, it sublimates in our low humidity.  It was our first (and probably last) snow of the season.

Noel

 

 

7 degrees Noel. That's normal for British Isles in winter. 😁 Its currently 8 degrees in Guernsey and 3 degrees with the wind chill factor, thanks to 32 mph winds coming of the ocean. Not that chilly for we Brits. I don't really feel too chilly till it gets close to freezing. Doesn't get too cold here, but back in the UK, scraping ice of ones car windscreen was a fun task.

To be honest, and pardon my ignorance, but I had no idea you even got snow in Roswell. 

Martin, the temperatures I quoted were in degreesF, not C.  So our 7 degrees would be your -14 degrees.

Yes, we usually get snow in Roswell in the winter.  Several years ago we had a blizzard and got 3 feet or more of snow.  The city has no snowplows so it took a while to dig out.  Normally our snows are a foot or less and with the low humidity it sublimates rather quickly.  The inch of snow we got yesterday is almost all gone now.

Noel

Edited February 4, 20224 yr by birdguy

33 minutes ago, birdguy said:

Martin, the temperatures I quoted were in degreesF, not C.  So our 7 degrees would be your -14 degrees.

 

😁 Fair enough. 🥶

 

Here I go on one of my life stories again.  It was brought to mind by Fr. Bill's experience.

I was moving from Ogden Utah to Denver Colorado in January.  I had lost my job when the company I was working for, Hardy Scales, closed down their Utah facility.

I had gotten a job in Denver at another scale company...Fairbanks Morse.  For a month I lived in the YMCA in Denver working for FM and looking for a house to move mt family.

I found a house and took a week off work to move.  I rode the train back to Ogden to help organize the family and pack up.  

Next door to the Faribanks-Morse Denver facility was a moving company.  The manager of the FN office arranged for the moving copany to move us from Ogden to Denver on one of his return trips.

We got packed and the moving van arrived and we loaded up and spent the night at a motel.  The next morning we started out.  I was driving our old Ford station wagon (remember those?  They've since been replaced by SUVs).  This was in the pre-seatbelt days so I had the rear seat of the station wagon down and put in a plywood floor covered with some quilts and blankets and sleeping bags.  That's where our four toddlers rode.

It was over 50 years ago when we headed east in Interstate 80 to leave Utah, traverse southern Wyoming, and then drop down into Colorado.

Shortly after leaving Ogden we passed the moving van heading up though Ogden Canyon.  By the time we hit Evanston it was snowing.  We stopped at a roadside diner for a break and some hot coffee for us and hot chocolate for the kids.

The moving van caught up with us.  The driver and his helper came into the diner and found us and told us there was blizzard we were heading into and we'd best just follow him.

By the time we hit Rock Springs the blizzard was underway.  We stayed behind that moving van, sometimes moving as slow as 25 miles an hour.  It was still snowing hard when we left Laramie.  But as we went over Sherman Hill into Cheyenne the snow let up and the roads were clear.

After turning south on Interstate 25 heading for Denver I passed the moving van with a toot of the horn and we got into Denver about 4:00AM.  

We got the sleeping bags and air mattresses out of the station wagon and slept until almost noon when there was a knock on the door.  It was the movers.  They unloaded van and we began organizing things.

That evening the snow arrived in Denver.  But we were snug in our new home and the nightmare trip across southern Wyoming was now just a life memory.

I designed a digital control for weighing system for Faribanks-Morse that was delivered to a uranium processing facility in Wyoming.  It was to weight yellowcake as it was loaded into barrels.

I was only there a year.  When the Fairbanks Morse weighing division headquarters in St. Johnsbury Vermont got wind that we were designing applications they got quite peeved.  That was their job and didn't want the branch offices to do mor than repair and maintain scales.  The manager almost got fired and I was laid off.  But not for long.  My next job was in Pueblo Colorado as an instrumentation technician and later the driver of a linear induction motor test vehicle.

Noel