COLD

Several days ago, the highs--HIGHS!--were in the negative 20s (Fahrenheit) for a few days in a row. That's not including windchill. Let me tell you, in case you're one of those people that has trouble with numbers, that is cold. Snot-freezing cold. In weather like that, your eyes tear up to keep them from freezing, and then the tears freeze on your eyelashes, and then your eyelashes freeze together so you can't open your eyes the whole way. It's truly phenomenal. (Have I ever mentioned that I'm from Georgia, where people wear wool sweaters when it drops below 60?) I really love all the snow, but I can say with complete confidence that I'd get by just fine without the -20-degree weather. Anyway, here's some photographic evidence, although the photos don't begin to convey the kind of cold we're talking about here.

Frost



Ice on the branches


Can you find the car in this picture?


The trenches


Thirteen dump trucks full of snow lined up at the snow-dumping station


On top of Mont Royal, wearing 2 pairs tights, one pair pants, one tank top, one long-sleeved t-shirt, one sweater, one down coat, two pairs socks (should have been three), one pair ridiculous snow boots, one pair gloves (should have been two), one pair ear warmers, one scarf with fold-up balaclava-like feature, and one fleece-lined wool hat



One frozen child


One frozen river (the St. Lawrence)