Really like your videos Paul, these two are no exception..
Thanks for taking the time and effort! :thumbsup:
As for winter. I would truly miss it if we didn't have it. I've been down to LA a few times in October and thought I would die with the heat and the locals tell me that's the cold time of the year :confused2: If the snow stops here I'm moving NorthThanks for your comments. :thumbsup:
Just go to Goose Bay. I remember landing there in August of '83 while coming back from Somalia in the Marines. There was THREE FEET of snow still on the ground in late August.:shocked:
Great posts; 4shorts,keep the vids coming,for the past several years,several of us old retired game wardens from Nova Scotia,have been making a trip to the Rock,and Southern Lab;to do a bit of fishing,last year had to make the trip the 1st of June,we had the great idea instead of staying in warm motels,we would spend a week in tents,while in Red Bay,we had about 4 inches of wet heavy snow one night,and winds that seemed at least 100 miles / hr.The tents somehow stayed up,but it was a bit chilly,this year I will be taking my camper,and making the trip in July,sooner the flies,than having to get out of the tent in bare feet with snow on the ground to have a wee at 2 AM.
It looks as if my son will be posted somewhere in NFLD/Lab as a fisheries officer for the summer months as well,so I could be making a trip over your way in May as well to help him move.....Well its time to ready the ole fishing rod,as the season opens here the last of this week.....Cheers.
Reading about Goose Bay reminds me of a story about my dad... in the 50's, 60's and 70's he was with a university airline that flew DC-3s for charter, and rebuilt C-47s and DC-3 to operate and resell. They had a DC-3 up in Goose Bay one winter on a charter that lost an engine. My dad and another guy had to fly up with a spare engine, and change it- outside where it was parked... no hanger available. Even though he bought about all the cold weather clothes her could find in Indiana, he still half froze. Couldn't wear gloves for a lot of the fine work required. He learned his aircraft in WWII as a Navy chief who took care of the props on all the planes at the Pensecola Naval Air Station, in Florida- including the big PBY patrol seaplanes. Since almost all of his workers were Navy Waves (women) he pretty much loved being in the war.
Not to knock my long gone dad, but it's the men and women who really suffered and died in the cause of freedom that we are indebted to. My dad's biggest worries were too much sun, and which Waves to date any particular weekend. In his credit, he had tried to pass the physical for Navy pilot, and underwent an unpleasant operation to try and fix his broken nose, so he could breath thru both sides, but that didn't work, and that spelled his fate to serve out his time on the Gulf Coast. Towards the end of the war, as pilot training fell off, and the need to rebuild props diminished, he had time to start making fine knives from car springs, with bakelite and aluminum for handles. All of us kids have examples.