Ice Ice Baby
Brrrrrrr! That’s the sound of me shivering. The cold air is still hanging around, and frankly - we’re all getting a little tired of it. This is what we woke up to on Sunday morning here in North Pole:
There was no light drizzle, but there was quite a bit of ice fog, so maybe that’s what triggered the “light drizzle” forecast. Nevertheless - it was COLD! We haven’t been much above 40 below since then. And I have not left my house, except to run down the driveway and take photos of pretty sunsets, or to occasionally stand outside with Raven while she hurries through potty breaks. In fact, I didn’t even make it to dance class on Tuesday night due to the cold.
Last night the aurora was showing up on the aurora cam. I bundled up and walked to the end of my driveway hoping to see some color in the sky. It must have been really low to the horizon because I didn’t see anything. Within minutes, my fingers were on fire, and I was wearing liner gloves AND wool mittens. Definitely not comfortable photography weather, that’s for sure.
The temperature gauge in my car goes to -39F and then turns into —F. I joke and say it’s my car’s way of screaming profanities at the cold. I didn’t capture the *F* temp, but I got something close enough:
