I think the average humidity is similar across a year, but your wet season is winter, yes? Ours is summer. Thus, hot. ;)
Weather conditions you're not used to suck, period, no matter where you are. I make fun of the Brits on my flist for moaning about 80F, but I try to be good-natured about it, and they do the same to me when I'm whining about 60F being cold.
Hiking boots and Doc Martens, while great on trails and mud and rocks, are not good for snow.
AHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, I sadly have personal experience with that. I had some fabulous hiking boots for undergrad in Ohio, and they did keep the snow out, but my first winter there was the worst they'd had in sixty years. (Literally, snow fell right before Thanksgiving, and I thought, "Oh, that's nice. It'll melt in a couple days, right?" It was there until FRIGGING MARCH. We hit 2.5 feet at one point in February. I thought I was going to kill myself.) Anyway, I went out to my ballroom lesson one night while wearing them, and the steps to my dorm were, unbeknownst to me, completely slicked over. I think I blacked out for a few seconds from hitting my head, and I'm pretty sure I broke my tailbone in the fall--I never got it checked out by a doctor, but it hurt to sit for about six months, and for the past seven years, it's ached for a week or so when the weather changes in autumn.
Aside from not salting the steps, the maintenance crew at school were pretty good about clearing sidewalks, etc. (they had a couple tractors fitted with snowplows; it was pretty nifty), and the school basically was the town, so I never needed to go somewhere where they'd pushed the snow from the roads onto the sidewalks. (Which looks like it would totally suck, yes, and I'm sorry you had to deal with that.) So for me it was only that fall and one my senior year, on a slick patch of road, which I took in order to avoid some treacherous steps, ironically enough. There were other slips and trips at other times of the year, but those were my own clumsiness. ;)
Looking back, it was exciting and fun. At the time, I was sure I was going to die. ;)
So much of life can be summed up in those two sentences... ;)
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Date: 2010-08-13 07:04 pm (UTC)Weather conditions you're not used to suck, period, no matter where you are. I make fun of the Brits on my flist for moaning about 80F, but I try to be good-natured about it, and they do the same to me when I'm whining about 60F being cold.
Hiking boots and Doc Martens, while great on trails and mud and rocks, are not good for snow.
AHAHAHAHAHA. Oh, I sadly have personal experience with that. I had some fabulous hiking boots for undergrad in Ohio, and they did keep the snow out, but my first winter there was the worst they'd had in sixty years. (Literally, snow fell right before Thanksgiving, and I thought, "Oh, that's nice. It'll melt in a couple days, right?" It was there until FRIGGING MARCH. We hit 2.5 feet at one point in February. I thought I was going to kill myself.) Anyway, I went out to my ballroom lesson one night while wearing them, and the steps to my dorm were, unbeknownst to me, completely slicked over. I think I blacked out for a few seconds from hitting my head, and I'm pretty sure I broke my tailbone in the fall--I never got it checked out by a doctor, but it hurt to sit for about six months, and for the past seven years, it's ached for a week or so when the weather changes in autumn.
Aside from not salting the steps, the maintenance crew at school were pretty good about clearing sidewalks, etc. (they had a couple tractors fitted with snowplows; it was pretty nifty), and the school basically was the town, so I never needed to go somewhere where they'd pushed the snow from the roads onto the sidewalks. (Which looks like it would totally suck, yes, and I'm sorry you had to deal with that.) So for me it was only that fall and one my senior year, on a slick patch of road, which I took in order to avoid some treacherous steps, ironically enough. There were other slips and trips at other times of the year, but those were my own clumsiness. ;)
Looking back, it was exciting and fun. At the time, I was sure I was going to die. ;)
So much of life can be summed up in those two sentences... ;)