Frozen sand, whipping around, in 30 MPH winds and in 16(F) degree temps, which is pelting you in the face, while surveying on the beach is both really cold and painful.
I know, I know...Some of you have no clue what cold, and freezing is...
Exactly the type of day I do not miss. At all.:-D
One January in the early 1970's I did 17 working days on the beach on the south shore of Long Island.
Yes Yes Bub, been there done that.
Well on the bright side digging in frozen sand is much easier than frozen dirt! (Always look for the bright side)
curly...
and no mosquitoes!
Wah Wah Wah! That's all I heard!!
What is this sand stuff of which you speak? It must not be anything at all like our highly expansive clay soils that are usually tighter than the hubs of h-e-double-hockeysticks. Also, we have sunny beaches but no shoreline beaches.
There are no good days to survey by the time you account for; too hot, too cold, too windy, too rainy, too many bugs, too sick, too home sick, too steep, too brushy, too much traffic, too many dead batteries, too many dogs, too noisy, too much snow, too little water, too many founds, not enough founds, too swampy, too dry, too rocky, too many manholes, forget the field notes, the wife ran off, the dog died and your rodman gets lost .... then there was this day in April of 1985 that made it all worth while.
I can not remember a hotter January.
All our flowers are in full bloom, 3 months early.
And that's in southern New England!!! Come on up here to this sandbar, Joe, for some real fun 🙂
Sounds downright balmy down south where you are located!
> Frozen sand, whipping around, in 30 MPH winds and in 16(F) degree temps, which is pelting you in the face, while surveying on the beach is both really cold and painful.
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> I know, I know...Some of you have no clue what cold, and freezing is...
Joe,
You poor Yankees. When I worked up in CT. I froze out the locals in the winter and roasted them out in the summer. You get absolutely ZERO sympathy from me. Been there, done that, in worse conditions.
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