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.
3 thoughts on “Warming Up at the Ice Rink”
Look on the bright side, it might be -7.2, but it feels a whole .2 degrees warmer!!
You are so positive, and so right Lurlynn! It felt like I died and gone to North Dakota!
It felt colder. And you left out the part about your car not staring, alot.