There are good days to be had, regardless of single digit temps, thanks to the sunshine that January and February generally promise. The incessant grey of early winter gets to me, so despite the often colder months of mid to late winter, I much prefer January and February's sunshine to December's cloudcover.
We traipsed around Elm Creek Reserve in Champlin on Saturday and snowshoeing tends to keep the heart rate peppy enough to avoid chills, but it doesn't safeguard the face from the biting wind. My cheeks were chapped enough to cause tears (below 10 degrees and my eyes can't hack it, they water like mad) to sting the skin. I didn't need blush for church this morning.
But negative wind chills notwithstanding, I will always be grateful for the promise of Spring inherent in a bright, blinding Sun.
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