The cold struck him like a runaway train. "Jesus Christ. It freezes your eyeballs."
He jumped into the Ford Explorer she'd parked at the curb. "Your blood's thin yet."
"It could be thick as paste, and it'd still be fucking cold. Sorry."
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The moment you step out into the frozen air on the way up Mount
Washington — one of the most frigid spots in the lower 48 — the icy wind steals
your breath and freezes your eyelashes. You can’t blink. The cold stabs your
face and numbs your earlobes to rubber.
“It’s an icy hell,” said Amy Loughlin
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Every breath was like inhaling splinters of ice.
Those same splinters managed to spear around his goggles and into his eyes.
Every inch of his body was double or triple wrapped, and he was still breathlessly cold.
It didn't seem real, any of it.
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