Yesterday we had a good dump of snow, after which the temperature rose and we received a good dump of rain. Then we had a "flash freeze" and the temperature went from above freezing to 10 C below in short order. This sort of weather is a bad thing if you need to get out of your driveway or travel anywhere.
This afternoon I put on my sweat jacket, my warm coat, my waterproof over-pants, my lined mitts, ear muffs and neck scarf and then fitted the "cleat grippers" over my boots, and gingerly walked Wendy and Trey up to the corner park.
It was worth the effort.
I took 155 photos.
And whittled them down to ten or so favourites.
There was a crust on the snow and I broke through a couple of times. As I was walking I noticed that one of my "grippers" was missing. I retraced my steps, found it, looked down and the OTHER "gripper" was gone ! Every time I'd break through the crust and take a step, one of the damn grippers would remain behind in the hole !
Every time I wanted to take a photo I had to take off my mitten.
Within minutes, the hand that was bare was freezing and screaming to be returned to its mitt. I'd blow into the mitten to help my poor fingers defrost when I stuffed my hand back in.
Since this only happens once or twice in a Winter, I always marvel at how the ice coating changes my World into a rather magical place.