Warming Up at the Ice Rink
Yeah I know — hockey doesn’t conjure visions of warmth. But this is seriously messed up. My loyal and faithless readers (hey mom and dad!) will think I am making this up, but it finally warmed up to single digits below zero Fahrenheit here in Bozeman, Montana.
As Her Royal Highness and I drove to her hockey tournament, I prepared her for the reality that we would perish of exposure if we got a flat tire or stopped for snacks or gas as temperatures registered in the 20 below range.
This is hard core people, and I have officially lost my marbles for the sake of a Canadian past time. Please send mittens.