@patiodog,
Had to put salt down this morning. I hate doing this, but there are a lot of elderly ladies who use my sidewalk and I'd feel terrible if they slipped and fell. I suppose I should look into a friendlier alternative, but I've always got softener salt on hand, so....
I do enjoy this cold weather stuff quite a bit.
Putting down salt on a thin sheet with salt pockets underneath, it immediately made a Rice Krispies-esque crackling noise as the chemistry worked it's magic.
Outside in my Carhartt jacket (bought 11 years ago and still much beloved; how in the hell do they make canvas and cotton padding so damn warm at single digits but still wearable in the 40s? it's a miracle, I tell you) and scrub pants I gauge the temperature to be in the mid-teens. The salt is melting the ice, so it's not below 12 or so, but the wind-blown air is bone dry, so it's not in the 20s. Checking in now, it's about 14 degrees. The internal thermometer for low temps has become very well calibrated over the past 5 years.
25 degrees feels cold in October, but warm in February. How cool is that?
Not so excited about driving in to work today after yesterday's 2 hours of torrential downpour at 35 degrees following by the overnight drizzle of ice pellets, though. The sunken part of the backyard is a 20-foot circular skating rink. The roads won't be much better, since the rain washed all the residual salt away. Three or four impatient assholes will have spun out on the beltline, and the usual 15-minute drive will be about 45.
Ah, well, the windshield is probably pretty well deiced by now...