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It's been cold, lately. But you knew that. It was below zero for two days straight. Monday's high was in the minus teens. Tuesday was around zero in the afternoon and evening. It got back into the negative teens overnight. Tuesday morning was -14°F at 7 am. Wednesday morning it was -7°F. I went to the beach.
My alarm went off at 7:15. The sun was red on the horizon. I dragged myself out of bed, and was on the road shortly before 8:00. Don't ask me why it took me half an hour to get dressed and eat breakfast. I drove over to Lion's Den. There was one other car in the lot. By the time I got over to the bluff overlooking the lake, I was a bit cold. Then I took off through the woods. I warmed up from the brisk walk, but my face was exposed. My face stung a bit, but the cold was really sinking into my face. It hurt in my cheekbones. There was one part that was a little open, with a very slight breeze. I put my frozen glove to my face, to block the air, and it might have helped a bit. I tried putting my scarf over my face, but it wouldn't stay up.
As the path turned away from the breeze and into the woods I saw a dog. I didn't see his owner at first, as she was around the corner behind the trees. I was nervous for a moment, until I decided that since he had booties on, he was probably no threat. He paused for only a moment when it saw me, and didn't brace itself for an attack, so I continued. He didn't look happy. He kept walking, forlorn eyes on me, but just kept walking, as if he just wanted to get back to the car. Not shivering, at least.
I finally got down to the beach. I'm not sure if it was the relative warmth of the lake, the warmth from the hike, or the fact that I was sheltered from the breeze by the bluffs, but I wasn't very cold there. It felt like it was only zero. I spent twenty minutes or so shooting the white ice, bright yellow sun, blue lake and dark shadows. Big ice volcanoes. There was no breeze, so there were almost no waves, but there was still a little bit of movement on the icy water, and the wisps of fog blew around. The relaxed waves blew a bit of air from under the ice, and through the ice volcanoes.
My walk back was in a more open area. My face got cold again, but after the climb up the stairs, my body was hot and sweaty under my coat. I was glad to make it back to the car. By then, the thermometer read -1°. By the time I got home, it was +1°. I showered and got to work half an hour late, and had to skip my lunch.
My alarm went off at 7:15. The sun was red on the horizon. I dragged myself out of bed, and was on the road shortly before 8:00. Don't ask me why it took me half an hour to get dressed and eat breakfast. I drove over to Lion's Den. There was one other car in the lot. By the time I got over to the bluff overlooking the lake, I was a bit cold. Then I took off through the woods. I warmed up from the brisk walk, but my face was exposed. My face stung a bit, but the cold was really sinking into my face. It hurt in my cheekbones. There was one part that was a little open, with a very slight breeze. I put my frozen glove to my face, to block the air, and it might have helped a bit. I tried putting my scarf over my face, but it wouldn't stay up.
As the path turned away from the breeze and into the woods I saw a dog. I didn't see his owner at first, as she was around the corner behind the trees. I was nervous for a moment, until I decided that since he had booties on, he was probably no threat. He paused for only a moment when it saw me, and didn't brace itself for an attack, so I continued. He didn't look happy. He kept walking, forlorn eyes on me, but just kept walking, as if he just wanted to get back to the car. Not shivering, at least.
I finally got down to the beach. I'm not sure if it was the relative warmth of the lake, the warmth from the hike, or the fact that I was sheltered from the breeze by the bluffs, but I wasn't very cold there. It felt like it was only zero. I spent twenty minutes or so shooting the white ice, bright yellow sun, blue lake and dark shadows. Big ice volcanoes. There was no breeze, so there were almost no waves, but there was still a little bit of movement on the icy water, and the wisps of fog blew around. The relaxed waves blew a bit of air from under the ice, and through the ice volcanoes.
My walk back was in a more open area. My face got cold again, but after the climb up the stairs, my body was hot and sweaty under my coat. I was glad to make it back to the car. By then, the thermometer read -1°. By the time I got home, it was +1°. I showered and got to work half an hour late, and had to skip my lunch.
