At this point, it was not bad at all, and nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to winter driving out here.
A few miles down the road and it all cleared up and turned into a beautiful day. At home the sun was shining, the wind was not blowing (for once), and we had 8 beautiful inches of undisturbed snow in our yard. Even the deer hadn't been through like usual.
Thursday dawned another beautiful, but miserable, day with a starting temperature of -34 degrees. I spent the day thanking God that the wind wasn't blowing still! We had an uncommon 4 days with hardly a breath of air moving.
Thursday night, Malcolm and Brandon decided to take the snowmobile for a spin around the pasture. They got all bundled up and went bouncing out the door like two kids.About 5 minutes later they returned, stripping off their hats and gloves as they came through the door, mumbling curses under their breath, and rushing over to the stove. They said they were going to put wheels on the snowmobile and ride it this summer. Things are so different as an adult. Why does cold get colder, and hurts more painful? Its just not fair!