It was the middle of July, 2001 when I read Jon Krakauer's book Into Thin Air. It was often hard to imagine snow and cold when I sitting in the sun on a 100+ degree day. This didn't make the book any less interesting or well written, but it just didn't seem as real as it might have.

When I walked the dog this morning, the temperature was -7F and the wind chill was -20F. Somehow that brings the story of a dog team run in -50F weather (not including wind chill) just that much closer to real. Of course, I do not wear a long bearskin jacket, mukluks, and caribou pants and shirt when I walk the dog around the neighborhood, but at least the weather feels right to read a book about deep winter.