In fact it turns the minutes to hours. Picture this: It’s 3am and you’re awake because who could sleep? You’re shivering cold in a space you can’t effectively heat, in darkness you can’t comfortingly light. Prepare for a long, memorable wait for sunup, bunky.
It won’t kill you. er…It probably won’t kill you. But it will make you review your sins, and you’ll have lots of leisure time to do it. No phone, no lights, no motor car – more importantly no effective heater. Cold. Dark. Nothing to break the tedium or keep you company but the pain in your fingers and toes. Some coffee would be nice – but you can’t make coffee since you see from the bulging jugs that your drinking water has frozen. If there’s snow outside your tent or RV or whatever you’d better get to gathering some. You’ll need a surprisingly large amount, in case you didn’t know.
Freezing in the dark really sucks, is all I’m saying. Doing it over and over from late November to sometime in April sucks in a memorable – I’m tempted to insert “traumatic” here – manner. It will truly make you ponder the sanity of mountain men who allegedly used to do things like that voluntarily. Personally I commit the heresy of suspecting that the sane ones came down and got townie jobs through the winter, but that’s just me.
You know what else it’ll make you do? Years later, on an early Winter morning when you wake up at 3am just ’cause you gotta pee, to a snug cabin with functioning propane for the cookstove and water that flows from the tap and a bulging woodshed and walls that keep out the cold and a good power system that keeps out the dark, it makes you smile and wave a jaunty middle finger to the past, that’s what.
Have a nice morning, y’all.