I'd say that 0º counts as "cold." It was awesome.
Due to Char's injury earlier in the year, our annual trip to Grand Island had been postponed. Until now. We decided it would be a good idea to cross the bay on the (semi)frozen Lake Superior. Some spots were a bit soft, right in the middle. It made it exciting, says me. Scary, says Char. We shuffled through the snow up to Trout Bay (where we got married) and back.
I must admit, I'm pretty surprised and impressed that Char hacked it out in lieu of her recent injury and continuing recovery. It was a good five hours on our feet. Solid work, dear.
I'll be seeing everyone next year.
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