Who knew Nome was cold?

All four people that heard of my plans to try to hit Nome had the same response. "Nome? Alaska? You know it's cold there, right?" My mom had a hard time getting those words out between gales of laughter. She knows how much I hate the cold. Another friend asked, "Why? To watch naked men chase caribou across the Tundra?" I was a bit befuddled by this question, but it was no less befuddling than my proclamation of flying to Nome. I'm not even sure how it popped into my head. And really, why would anyone go to Nome unless to visit a dying family member or to discover a guaranteed oil reserve? But to Nome I'll go. I'd never spend money to fly there, but to be able to fly for free, traveling to such an obscure destination, just to say I've been to Nome. Not many can say that. And the geocaches! None have been logged in this year; some haven't been found since 2007. Flights were oversold this past weekend, but check in soon...I'll make a second shot at it this next weekend. If I figure out how to twitter between now and then, just be prepared for non-stop complaining about the bitter cold while I'm there.