Frozen fish, Keene Ice & Snow Festival

Yesterday Fred from “Fragments from Floyd” posted an entry entitled “Eating Nemo.” Not to be outdone, I thought I’d show you how we do it here in New Hampshire. (You could caption this picture “Frozen Fish” or “Ice Fishing,” but “Freezing Nemo” just has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?) Instead of removing our snow and then fleeing to more temperate climes like any sane person would, we stick around and play with our snow. Maybe our state motto of “Live free or die” should be changed to “Live free and freeze!”

Ice Sculpture, Keene Ice & Snow Festival

It was -14 degrees Fahrenheit (and still half dark) when I walked the dog into town this morning, so the leftover ice and snow sculptures from this weekend’s Festival were still frigidly intact. (Someone had smashed the corporate-sponsored ice sculptures in the Square, but that’s another story.) Minus 14 degrees Fahrenheit, for those of you familiar with Centigrade temperatures, translates to “Really Freakin’ Cold, Celsius.” There was, luckily, no wind chill this morning, just unmoving air that instantaneously freezes your nose-hairs when you inhale. By the time we’d trotted (quickly!) around the Square and back, Reggie had a frost mustache and an icicle (eye-cicle?) dangling from the corner of one watery eye. It’s that freakin’ cold!