Since I was speaking of the winter gloves, it reminds me of a funny story from the arctic circle. We had been on the tundra for about 5 or 6 days.....it did not get easier day by day, but the end was in sight.
We set up at our final location not too far from the local village where we were going to do a fire power demonstration for the locals. We had just set up our tent, and had the water boiling when one of the Herbies came in and related what happened to him.
He had mosied over to the hll to take a whiz. To do so you had to dig through many layers of clothing to find the, at that point, unseeable. As he relieved himself, he noted he could not hear the typical noise of the stream hitting the ground, so he chalked it up to being in the arctic, where, with the extreme, unrelenting cold, things were different. As he redressed, and put on his arctic mitts (which were hanging from the aforementioned idiot strings) he found out a logical explanation why he did not hear any noise. One glove was very warm and moist.
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