-35°C this morning, -31°F. But it’s scenes like this that keep me living here:
Went out for a 5k snowshoe last night in all the fresh snow. First one to break through that trail... So many trees came down under the wind and snow weight it was hard to get through some spots.
But as always it was worth it.
The forest is so quiet on these cold clear days. I love it, even if the sun does set early this time of year.
And of course don’t forget to plug the old girl in when you get home.
Strange to think the range of climate the MJ’s been through this year, from Death Valley’s oppressive heat to the lonely beauty of the frozen wastelands that aren’t really all that far North.