The polar vortex has had its way with most of us in the U.S. again this winter. Once it sank south and east out of the Canadian Arctic area, record cold temperatures and wind chills were set all across the northern states and some far into the south.
My wife and I watched the TV news in sympathy with those freezing in the frigidness of blinding blizzards and well below zero wind chills. We even had freeze warnings in northeast Florida, where we have spent parts of the last few winters.
Thanks to the Arctic air, it was cold there, too, in relative terms of course. Amelia Island is as far north in the Sunshine State as you can get. So when massive cold fronts spawned by the polar vortex invade the eastern U.S., we often feel the effects, too.
With an ocean breeze and air temperatures in the 30s, the beach is no place to be either. Neither is the middle of a blizzard. We watched with dismay as TV reports showed the severity of weather conditions from several different stricken areas. Unfortunately, several people died from exposure to the dangerous cold.
I always liked the winter, and mainly snow. But the blizzards of 1977 and 1978 taught me that winter’s punishing harshness better be respected. Staying warm is always paramount.
That’s a primary reason for becoming a snowbird. I’ve said it before. The older I get, the colder I get. Other senior citizens that we met in Florida concurred. It is a natural consequence of the aging process.
Living in the heart of Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley isn’t quite far enough south to avoid winter’s icy blasts. So we continued our snowbird trips after moving from northeast Ohio.
We enjoyed a month’s stay at a rented condo on Amelia Island and then headed to the far south of Florida. We visited the Florida Keys for the first time for a few days and soaked up perfectly warm weather.
With high temperatures in the 70s and 80s, it didn’t take us long to sport a tan. We spent the handful of days we had on the go. We greeted the morning sun and filled each day with as much adventure as possible until well after dark.
However, we seldom checked off all the items on our wish list of places to visit. Spontaneity overruled preparation. We took advantage of surprises and vistas we came upon, stopped to enjoy and do some birding, and moved on to the next spot.
We especially enjoyed visiting Biscayne National Park and Everglades National Park. Together they protect much of the delicate habitats of southern Florida, preserving a vast variety of wildlife, flora, fauna, and people, too.
I never thought I would ever venture out onto the open ocean waters in a pontoon boat. But we did in both beautiful parks. The combination of generous sunshine and the joy of adding new birds to my life list warmed me through and through.
However, it wasn’t until we returned home that I encountered genuine radiant warmth. The weather had nothing to do with that.
At Sunday dinner, we caught up on our oldest grandson’s basketball season. The middle grandchild chatted on about the books he read and his upcoming band concert, while the youngest seemed contented to merely enjoy her lunch. Our daughter and her husband filled in the happenings in their busy lives, too.
The Florida experiences warmed us physically. That warmth, however, paled in comparison to that of reconnecting with our family.
© Bruce Stambaugh 2019
4 thoughts on “How to stay warm in the winter”
I enjoyed reading this blog since part of my heart is still in Florida as we spent almost 20 years in the West Palm Beach area. We retired to Kentucky to be near our daughter and her family. (We tell people we did it backward as most older folks retire to Florida). There’s so much to love about that state…except the hot summers. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing, Elaine. We would agree with you about the hot FL summers.
Just gotta tell you about my dad. He always said he’d never be a snowbird, after some visits to Sarasota in winter where he saw all the people sitting around or playing shuffleboard, and thought about what they could be doing to help others etc. He and Mom spent a number of years volunteering through SOOP in South Texas where they did meaningful work with others, and enjoyed the warm winters. Then he got down with diabetic neuropathy, had a long slow rehab process, until he was able to drive again and walk with walkers and finally a cane. Yes, they became happy snowbirds, and were glad to be able to “shuffle” in Sarasota–with others. When they were less able to drive and we girls took turns driving them down there, I was struck (2 times) by how much it felt like going back to college after summer break and meeting and hugging all my friends and how joyous it was. That’s what arriving back at their trailer park felt like. … Just some thoughts! I hope I can spend a few Februarys in Florida too when the time comes; doubt we’ll spend all winter like they did, but a month at a time … sounds pretty good! Welcome back!
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Thanks, Melodie. I enjoyed the story about your father. We’re glad to be back, even if it is still cold.
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