By now it’s more than obvious to most of the American East Coast, but in spite of last week’s balmy temperatures, winter is far from over here! After about 12 hours of travel and rerouting and delays, we got back from Canada yesterday to find NYC buried in snow.
There wasn’t much snow up north, but boy, was it cold. That meant plenty of skating if you could stand to be outside, and also plenty of pond hockey that I enjoyed watching from the safety of a nearby bonfire. It was a very impressive operation… there was even a makeshift Zamboni on a tractor to smooth the ice between games.
Other impressive cold weather feats: the SUV parked on ice — I wasn’t there to see it get on or off, alas — and the massive ferry (we were in Wolfe Island, off the coast of Kingston, Ontario) that lumbered through the frozen St. Lawrence river every hour. All in all, a lovely winter weekend!