Pure hell

Hayride was spot on when he said last night, "Hell is not hot, it's really F'ing windy and cold."

Describing last night's Dark Patrol is a lost cause. 'Siberia in a windy snowstorm' only gives a hint of what it was like.  With over a foot of snow in the last few days we just had to try out another night up at Ptarmagin Hill and as we drove up it just got windier and windier, pure white-out conditions.  'It'd be fine once we got in the trees' we thought...

Not so.

Two good turns in two hours; no skin exposed to the -5 temps and 60mph gusts making a lovely -40 windchill; couldn't see where we were going up OR down; glad to have the GPS since skin tracks were covered almost immediately after making them; Goggles just protected our eyes from the pelting snow granules but did nothing for sight; we skied away with our tails between our legs; getting back to the car filled with snow from it getting forced through the cracks in the tailgate; only to get stuck high-centered in a wind-drift 100 yards later and spend a half-hour digging out to make it back to Ned where it was hardly windy. Yep...it was awesome.