It's been too cold here to get out much for several weeks, but this past weekend the afternoon temperature went up to -15.  It's amazing how warm that feels when you've been dealing with windchills to -40.  So, I geared up and went for a walk, following the ice road out to the first river crossing.  I love to listen to the silence out there - nothing but the wind.  There is nothing as quiet as frozen landscape.  I sat for awhile on a snowbank in the sun, having gotten warm on the walk out. The wind, which had been behind me on the way out, made the return walk much colder and I arrived home chilled; a good reminder of the lesson the Inuit taught me: not to get too hot or too cold out in the cold.

Now it is back down to -23 with 10 degrees of windchill - no sitting in snowbanks for me.