Why the Blizzard of 2013 Is Different

 

Everyone has heard the old saying that the Eskimos, or Inuit, have umpteen different words for snow. The idea is that they live closer to their environment than we do, and thus have not lost the ability to differentiate between the multitudinous forms freezing precipitation can take. Where we see snow, the Inuit see subtleties. 

This charming legend, like most charming legends, is false. In fact, that Inuit have just about as many words for snow as do English speakers; they just tend to combine their terms in certain ways to add specificity to their meteorological conditions.

As Warden Mike Bowditch notes in Bad Little Falls, a few degrees in temperature can make a huge difference in what sorts of snowflakes form:

Warmer weather means wetter snow. Wet snow is heavy; its weight shatters tree branches. It clings to power lines and brings them crashing down. On the road it turns to slush and sends tractionless cars skipping into ditches. Wet snow melts quickly in your hair and runs down the back of your neck. It follows you into your house by riding in the treads of your boots and leaves puddles to mark its passage. I know this because, like the Inuit, I live mostly outdoors in the winter. 

Because of the low-pressure front pushing down from Canada, the snow that was falling outside my trailer was not wet but, in fact, very dry. The wind whipped it around like white sand in a white desert, forming metamorphic dunes and ridges that changed shape while I watched. Dry snow carries its own dangers. It clings to nothing, not even itself, and is so light it can be stirred by the faintest breeze. Weightless, it resists plowing and shoveling. It covers your tracks in the woods, making it easier for you to get lost, and because it is the harbinger of sub-zero temperatures, it makes losing your way a potentially life-threatening mistake. Dry snow can turn a black night blindingly white.

What northern New England is experiencing is very dry snow combined with high winds, which is why tonight is going to be a very white night.

Nature Naivete

There's a widely read article in today's New York Times about people who are getting themselves into dangerous situations because they're venturing without preparation into wild places and then counting on their cell phones, GPS units, and personal satellite messaging devices to bail them out of trouble. The anecdotes are, frankly, jaw-dropping:

People with cellphones call rangers from mountaintops to request refreshments or a guide; in Jackson Hole, Wyo., one lost hiker even asked for hot chocolate.

A French teenager was injured after plunging 75 feet this month from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon when he backed up while taking pictures. And last fall, a group of hikers in the canyon called in rescue helicopters three times by pressing the emergency button on their satellite location device. When rangers arrived the second time, the hikers explained that their water supply “tasted salty.”

“Because of having that electronic device, people have an expectation that they can do something stupid and be rescued,” said Jackie Skaggs, spokeswoman for Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming.

“Every once in a while we get a call from someone who has gone to the top of a peak, the weather has turned and they are confused about how to get down and they want someone to personally escort them,” Ms. Skaggs said. “The answer is that you are up there for the night.”

Talk to any Registered Maine Guide and you'll hear similar anecdotes about clueless urbanites lighting campfires with kerosene and approaching skittish moose to get close-up snapshots. Tenderfeet have always been with us and always will be. One of my favorite short stories, Jack London's harrowing "To Build a Fire," is the tale of a newcomer to the Yukon who simply has no idea what a fool he is until he's literally freezing to death. John Krakauer's Into the Wild offers a contemporary take on this same old story.

The larger issue is our society's increasing detachment from nature. When you are unfamiliar with a thing—a river, an animal, a storm—it's easy to misjudge it. You bring preconceptions based on televised fantasies to matters of life and death (the news that two young people died mimicking the fraud that is "Man vs. Wild" is heartbreaking). It's yet another reason why I urge parents to read Richard Louv's Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder.

I feel sorry for National Park rangers who are forced to offer remedial educations to stranded hikers who should have learned basic life lessons when they were children.

Deep Freeze

So orange trees are withering in Orlando, and Atlanta was forced to close its zoo to protect the chimps from chillblains. The Deep South is currently in a deep freeze. Every winter, Maine suffers its fair share of subzero temperatures so it's strange to turn on the radio and hear that it's colder in Jacksonville, Florida, than it is in Jackman, Maine (a frontier town up near the Quebec border). Over at the day job, I have some reflections on how Mainers deal with winter's inconveniences—although I expect my sage advice will come as cold comfort to anyone who just spent the morning sliding around on black ice in Birmingham, Alabama.

Maine Guide Tip

Every week, I'll offer some wood wisdom gleaned from Registered Maine Guides I've known.

Up in Smoke

If you light a campfire and the smoke hangs close to the ground, it's usually a sign of unsettled weather moving in and an increased probability of rain. Low pressure prevents the warm air from rising into the atmosphere. During periods of fair weather, with a high pressure system in control, smoke will rise directly into sky.