Get you a partner who loves all your favorite activities…and isn’t the least bit fazed by single-digit temps when it’s time to go out and be active.
It was 3 degrees in the sun when we hit the slopes for our annual ski trip — first time in New England; woo! Different world!— and my husband took his hands out of his gloves multiple times to snap us some pics. No cell phone camera could do justice to the breathtaking majesty of the winter landscape we beheld at Bolton Valley Resort, but you can at least tell by the icicles in our hair that I’m not kidding about the cold.
J-P and I have never been ones to let something silly like “extremes conditions” keep us from enjoying our outdoor adventures. (See past posts from Elk Mountain, PA, and Ithaca, NY.)
It took me two weeks to get around to writing this reflection, and the weather here in suburban Philly today (Valentine’s Day) is positively balmy compared to what we were dealing in late January.
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