This has never happened before on our little home weather station, but apparently the wind chill was too low to show up on the monitor, reading instead "OFL." I don't know what OFL means...maybe it's "really really cold" in Taiwanese.
Yes, it's cold, but it's also beautiful, so Ian and I took a snowshoe in the Arboretum despite the temperature, and we wanted to take some pictures. It was wicked cold and windy as I remember it being and actually being outside in it. We were dressed for it, and didnt want it to end.
I think this summer I'm going to save up and get a Snowtrekker Tent. Then we can take longer winter trips and get some time on Lake Superior or some other northwoods haunt. Winter camping without a heated tent is drudgery: you never really get fully warmed up or dried out, but with a heated tent...life's pretty swank.
Ian was a champ, even with the bitter cold, and did his famous victory pose after our adventure in the woods. Tonight we'll drink hot chocolate, watch a Poirot DVD, and work on finishing a pair of snowshoes I've been working on for a few weeks, just in time for all of it to melt...maybe. Who knows, the groundhog saw his shadow. The weirdest thing is that I was in Louisville 24 hours ago, shirtsleeves rolled up because I was too warm in the 68 degree weather. How the human body can respond to 100 degree temperature swings I do not know.
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