
01:00 AM EST on Sunday, January 2, 2011
By Tyler Hayden
I’ve never been colder in my life. My radiator spills its last few drops of anti-freeze onto the pavement and my engine sputters and spits. My van comes to a grinding halt. I peer into the back and see my dogs are staring at me and shivering. I can barely see their faces through their breath mist, but it’s obvious that they realize that we’re stuck. I notice that their water dish is frozen and jump in the back to thaw it by adding more water. I can’t feel my hands and I struggle with getting a grip on the lid of the bottle. I get it to pop and my numb hand flips back as it hits the metal handle of the door.
Oh Sweet Jesus it hurts! The tips of my fingers feel as if they’re vibrating. The back of my hand might as well have a flaming knife stuck in it. I want to cry, but all I can do is let out a low steady groan that gradually gets louder the harder I squeeze my hand. My dogs look concerned so I pull it together. This is my first impression of my new home. Welcome to freezing Rhode Island. “Well, we’re not in Denver anymore, boys,” is all I can think of to tell my dogs. Read the rest of this entry »