4 Degrees is Just Too Cold!

Yes, it was 4 degrees in the mountains of southern Utah last night as we made our way from Las Vegas where the temp was around 53 degrees to Salt Lake City. The last time I remember feeling that cold was when I was a child growing up in Danville, IL. My sister Becky and I had received new ice skates for Christmas one year. There was a favorite lake in town where you could skate and meet and talk with your friends from school. Horseshoe Lake was located right next to the hospital where Becky and I were both born. The smell of burning wood filled the air from small fires located at several little inlets around the lake. Skaters warmed themselves a bit before braving the chilly air and icy rude awakenings on their "bums" when one failed to make the turn or caught an edge on the sometimes choppy surface of the frozen lake or when one of the boys careened into you as they were racing with their friends. I can remember taking a deep breath and feeling as though every bit of moisture in my lungs had instantly frozen - something like a "brain freeze" when one has swallowed a particularly cold treat and you get that blinding pain between your temples. Well, that's how cold it was last night, which would have been okay if I'd gotten to go ice skating on Horseshoe Lake, but alas, no lake - no ice skates - and no time!