Central Maryland's weather report
It's still muzzleloader season here and I loaded up the truck last night, thinking at the time, "Man, it's kinda cold and the wind is coming up."
This morning, I got out to the State Park, got out of the truck and loaded up - the whole time thinking that it's REALLY cold. Temperature was 15, but the wind was roaring through at 25-35 mph. I walked out into the field that I have to cross to get to my spot. By the time I crossed that field (about 1/4 mile), I was shaking.
I no sooner got to my spot than I turned around. I couldn't feel my fingers, the wind was cutting through my three layers (silk underwear, heavy shirt, and heavy coat - two pairs of pants) and I knew that I might be in trouble if I stayed.
If I were 25, I might have stayed, but at 65, I have to take better care of myself.
(As I was pulling into my parking spot, I watched a 6-point buck hauling butt across that first field. He passed from my right to my left and I bet I watched him running for over 1/2 mile. Didn't seem to be chasing anything or running from anything - he was running just for the joy of it.)