True Story. Saturday night Jeremy and I are on our way home from our weekly trip to Wal-Mart. Now normally we go Friday night, because there is nothing else to do around here on Friday nights. This week we went up to Bangor on Friday to go out to eat and to finally see Harry Potter 7. That meant our weekly date to Wal-Mart was pushed back a day. Anyway, we're headed home and I make the observation that Maine isn't as cold as I thought it would be. It's cold here, don't get me wrong, but compared to the Midwest, it's nothing. I not-so-fondly remember those prairie winds in Kansas in the winter. It was cold. Here it might dip down to the single digits at night, but during the day it's mostly been in the teens to 20's, maybe making its way up to the low 30's. Totally managable.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke up and checked the weather, as I knew I was going to be spending some time outside as all the kids I work with like to do things outside even when it's cold. I knew there was a pretty good chance I'd be taking a kid sledding today. It was 9 degrees, but felt like 6. Ouch. I made sure to bundle up and it's a good thing I did since we did go sledding. We didn't stay very long, since it was so cold.
So I guess Maine can be cold. I still don't think it compares to Kansas though. I mean, it was sunny here and there was no wind! That makes a huge difference.