The water splashing out of an old tap in the bathroom of an Adirondack cabin is colder than any water on Earth. It is colder than the water that penguins frolic in near icebergs in the North Pole*. It’s colder than the water in a swimming pool in October, colder even than The Criminal Donald John Trump’s heart. I learned this as a child in Lake George, NY. The cabins on my family’s resort property had exactly the same taps, dating from 1841 (hence the splashing), and I remember the water stinging my little hands. Leesa and I are in just such a cabin now, on one of the hundreds of lakes that dot the Adirondack Park.
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