I’m going contrarian here and confess my love for winter. Sure, in the moment I’ll gripe and mewl about life inside the deep freeze. And we’ve had lots to grouse about – it’s March and all week we’ve been in double digit sub-zero weather here in Calgary. I’ve postponed more ski outings than I cared to because of the inevitable loss of too many brain cells and various digits to hypothermia. We’ve had 110 consecutive days of snow on the ground so far; February has had 30% more snow than average. And guess what – March is Calgary’s snowiest month!
For a skier, that puts a smile on your face. Come on, winter is beautiful and invigorating. It’s for the hardy, adding interesting challenges to basic daily living. And I love how it slows life down – you don’t get anywhere quickly (other than down a hill).
It’s not going to last. So along with a few photo’s to enjoy old man winter and his dying, frost-bitten grasp on Calgary, let me offer the best wisdom on the matter: there is no such thing as bad weather, only inappropriate clothing.
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