At least we're not on Ellesmere Island

Yesterday, the weather in mid-Missouri felt like 70 degrees. Maybe it was. I went to Rocheport and watched the sun set over Moniteau Creek and the Missouri River.

Today the wind whipped hard enough to cause tears and dry out the thin-skinned, outside corners of my eyes.  Happy first day of class.  :)

To help me feel like a bit of a wimp, the New York Times ran this Arctic Adventure story. Granted, if I were Having An Adventure, weathering the cold would be more tolerable. And what a great lede:

To stave off a breaching 3,000-pound walrus from the cockpit of a small sea kayak, Erik Boomer recommends using the paddle. 

“Sort of like a Heisman stiff-arm, hit him in the face and try to feed him the paddle,” he said. “Then start paddling.”

The rest of the article reads quite newspaper-y for such an intense story. Of course, this is me being a snob. Of course, it is a newspaper. Of course, someone else can come along and write a book or a script from it. So thanks for breaking it, NYT.