Attention, anyone who has ever walked over hot coals...you are a pussy!
As hot coals cool, they develop a layer of ash over the surface which acts as a barrier between your bare foot and the glowing ember.
There is no such insulating layer on a bed of ice.
I took on board this startling phenomenon at 1135 AEST this morning when my bare feet (soft and pale from a winter spent inside ugg boots) first touched the path of ice layed down for this most important of missions. Holy crap, that stuff is cold - freezing, even!
However, having prepared my chocolate popsicle stick in the manner perscribed, and having dug a hole in the side yard (a task made slightly difficult given that some previous yard worker had obviously chosen the exact spot to bury a bunch of building waste), my resolve was concrete.
Every step brought more unpleasant sensation to my tootsies, but at 1136, when the popsicle was dropped into the earth and the first shovel load of dirt was dropped on it, the relief of having done my bit to save the continental United States overrode all discomfort.
Farewell, Super Volcano!
Fine work fellow Gibson! Was your photographer on top of a fence or a roof or something?
ReplyDeleteYes. Our building is build on a slope, so the entrance overlooks the side yard. it made for a fine vantage point.
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