I’m so done with winter. This California girl has never acclimated to the Midwest.
Take, for example, the snow. When I grew up we had to drive to the snow if we wanted to play in it. Swear it. Now I could trip off of my front steps and land in a big pile of it. It was frigid, as far as we were concerned, if the temperature dipped below 70 degrees. I’ve got windchills in the negative.
I know some have it worse than me, so I’ll only complain a wee bit. But UGH.
I had to bundle up–hoodie, coat, scarf, hat and gloves–before stepping outside to try to get a night time shot. I popped over to the Elijah P. Lovejoy Monument hoping to get a nice lighted shot but was dashed by the grey & gloomy skies. I could tell by the tracks in the snow that someone braved the cold for a trip up to the monument but I wasn’t so brave. I took my shots and then headed back to the refuge of my warm car. I’d like to visit it again when the weather is decent. I’ve been here almost 16 years and I’ve never come up here. (Insert guilt < here > )
Day 36, meh.