“Baby it’s still cold outside.”
Exploring today by foot: triple mittens/ quadruple layers/ “down” surrounding the layers. -16… no wind, no clouds. Only the sun to warm our hearts. The Grand Hotel; one of my favorite anchors on earth, both summer and winter. If you have never experienced her wonder, think again.
“Baby; it’s cold outside.”
Arrived on the Island Friday noon. It was one of the last flights before the airport shut down; zero visibility. Our skis never made it on the 5 passenger “puddle jumper” off the mainland. So today we walked the two miles back to the airport to fetch our boards . By noon the airport was shut down again. -37 windchill. Gotta love those “hand warmers”.
Creative Instigation 