“Once in a while the thought reiterated itself that it was very cold and that he had never experienced such cold.” — Jack London, “To Build a Fire.”
Though it’s eased a bit, this is the coldest December that I’ve seen in my two decades in the Northern Rockies. Some locals describe it as the most bitter month since the 1970s other than any number of Januarys since. In other words: January in December. When I chat up the Salmon weather with family and friends back east, I tell them it’s no problem because unlike the chill found in their environs it’s a “dry cold.” Yeah, right, I think.