Colder than a witch's hooha

"I grew up in Kansas, where it is hotter then the fires of hell in the summer and colder then a witch’s hooha in the winter. As a young lad, my folks would take us fishing/swimming to Fall River about 90 miles northeast of Wichita in the summers. After an hour and a half in the car, when we arrived, the doors would fly open and there would be a trail of clothing on the ground between the car and the water. Mom used to make us keep our underwear on, but decided when the mud wouldn't wash out, it was better to have us skinny dip, rather then ruin underwear with every weekend trip to the river. So, I grew up skinny dippin" - Nudist man in Kansas