The website which routinely delivers my weather news noted it felt like 9 degrees. It was starting to snow. And I was ready to go.
It was time to head out for a snowshoe adventure. Granted it was tame both in duration and terrain. And granted at the farthest possible corner of the loop my toes and fingers were starting to go numb. And that plantar fasciitis in my right foot? Yeah, it was starting to bother me.
But that jaunt was exactly what I needed.
Forget crisp. This was cold bordering on bitter.