Monday was a bit of a dull day, but I went out to ski. However, the conditions were poor. The nice snow had all been skied off at the weekend, and what was left was very hard and not nice to ski on. It was very difficult to get your edges in, and I didn't enjoy it at all. It was cold and the wind was very fierce as well.
The restaurant at Beaver Run had opened an ice bar, it was so cold.
I didn't notice anybody trying to sit in the ice armchairs!
I went home at lunch time, and Paul didn't stay out very long once it clouded over and got even colder.
On Tuesday, I looked out of the window to see - nothing! There was a heavy snowstorm, most of the time you couldn't even see the buildings around us, so I stayed in and kept warm. Nothing keeps Paul from the slopes, so he went out, but he needed to wear a balaclava with face mask under his helmet. I can't really see the pleasure in that! He came back completely exhausted and fell asleep in the armchair.
We were going out to dinner with friends, so left the house at 7 pm to find it was still snowing, as well as being windy, with blowing snow, and the snow along French Street was deep. I felt a bit like the page from 'Good King Wenceslas', as in 'Mark my footsteps, good my page, tread thou in them boldly', because that's what I had to do. I trod in Paul's footprints - or anybody else's. The snow was deep, and we both only have ankle boots. We had to wear our ski trousers and make sure the gaiters were pulled well over the boots, but it was a cold experience.
Paul took pictures, but his hands were shaking with the cold, and the air was full of both falling and blowing snow so most of them are useless.
You can see how the snow has drifted in places until it is quite high.
This is some of us in Main Street on the way home - I am in the middle.
You might notice that some of the snow behind me had been moved from the pavement (sidewalk) to the gutter, where it is nearly waist high. This makes it quite difficult to get across the road. You can't cross on the crossings either - you can't see them! The wind was bitterly cold, and blew snow into your face, and walking down to the restaurant and back home again was a cold and unpleasant experience.
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