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This is the place, -34C° the wind blowing to -50°, my Chevy Cavalier wouldn't start in the morning dawn, a helpful Quebecois dude had me unplug the temp sensor from the air filter,
it fired right up on the last of the battery's cranking power, saving my day of skiing at Mt. Tremblant.
Couldn't unlock the car, I was struggling to heat the key with a lighter in the wind, finally made it happen, so cold the tires had frozen stiff, making them thump on the flat spots, real exciting.
That red and white hotel across the street, is the local bar and tavern, stayed there a few times, the corner room, entertaining the fauna, swell times were had.
A thing that the police would do out in Winnipeg way was drive the drunken native fellas out to the boonies, a few miles out of town, drag them out of the cruiser, force them to walk back in those temps, some wouldn't make it,
found frozen in a snowbank a few days later.
A ministry of justice inquiry was held about the death sentences imposed on alcoholic native people, but I don't recall anyone doing time for the crimes.
So, yeah, unprepared and without skills, definitely have a mortal consequence, the brain freezes, hindering any possibility of survival.
Need an astronaut suit to make it back to civilization, heat.
The Frozen North Lands, a stiff wind blowing, crusty snow crunching, seeing the lights of the city illuminating the bottom of the clouds on the horizon, knowing that you might not make it, feet and fingers freezing up black.
Fire, gotta have fire.
