I honestly don't think I had felt temperatures that cold since those two snow days...at least until last week.
Temperatures in the 20s greeted us when we landed in Wisconsin, and from that point forward the mercury slipped lower and lower until it eventually bottomed out at -23. Not one to stay inside all day no matter the weather, I bundled in layers...and layers...and layers...and walked the 2.5-mile loop near my in-laws lake home every day. But Tom and the kids? Not so much. Will and Tom joined me for the walk once and the kids went sledding three times (for only 20 minutes at a time) but there were stretches during which they didn't go outside for more than 48 hours.
No trip to the snowy white north would be complete without making our traditional swimsuit snow angels. We waited for the warmest day (you know, -2 degrees), warmed up with a little yoga, and went for it. Participants this year included Tom, Will, Hallie, my sister-in-law Chandi, and my three-year-old nephew Forest, who insisted on joining us but had absolutely no idea what we were doing.
Cheers to another year of keeping the tradition alive, even when the degrees were against us.
If you're interested, here are a few past posts about our swimsuit snow angel tradition:
Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland
Oops, We Did it Again
Meanwhile, Up in Snowy Wisconsin