The east coast got walloped by a big old snow storm earlier this week (yes, our “big old snow storm” is Wisconsin’s “five measly inches,” but bear with me) so I decided it was a fine opportunity to try out some of my gear for the Bering Sea.
I haven’t lived anywhere cold since Norway in 1997-1998, so I’ve been restocking on the warm stuff. I have one pair of long underwear in each of wool, silk, and some kind of synthetic. (I tested the synthetics during the inauguration and stayed toasty warm.) I’ve stocked up on SmartWool socks from REI – they’re wool, but they’re not that itchy – and cashmere sweaters from the thrift store.
Monday’s test was mainly for my new winter hiking boots. Here they are in the snow:

I walked about 40 minutes to the next town over, stepped in some of those horrible six-inch-deep slushy puddles at a curb, and had perfectly happy feet all day. I way approve of these boots. I’ll wear them for hanging around on deck on the icebreaker.
This picture looks all pristine and lovely and wintry and stuff, which is funny, because it’s on the sidewalk in front of a storage facility. About half a block later I wanted to take a picture of my feet in a slightly more realistic setting, some nice brown snow at the side of the road, when I realized I’d dropped my camera. In the snow. Brilliant, Helen. Luckily, I was the only person who’d walked that way and it was easy to retrace my steps and find it. I wanted to let it dry out before I turned it on again, though, so no more pictures from the walk.
So I don’t have a picture of the other piece of equipment I was trying out on Monday: the face mask. It’s black, neoprene, makes me look like a serial killer. I felt ridiculous putting it on, but holy cow, my nose was happy. You know what, it’s so crazy looking, I’ll just take a picture right now.

Nice, huh?
Lessons from Monday’s walk: Wear the face mask, vanity be damned; aim more carefully when inserting camera into pocket.