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Here in the Far North, when the hot and muggy's, our sultry second cousins from somewhere south of Hwy 29, overstay their welcome, our northern bodies sweat like the wood stove is overloaded and our gaits dwindle to a slow, snowshoe-in-a-blizzard pace. Throwing a cup of boiling water into this superheated air, it simply lands on the ground and sizzles unimpressively-what fun is that?