As part of Lent and turning forty I decided to give up the luxury of getting up at 5:45am. I have taken to getting up at 5:20 so I can get in some walking. This morning I got up at the aforementioned 5:20 got my fleece long-johns on and went outside. It seemed pretty brisk so I strapped on my snowshoes and spent about twenty minutes trudging around our two acre lot. I walked about around the perimeter five times which is a bit over a mile and an eighth (about two thousand yards).
Generally I work up a pretty good sweat, but this morning I was pretty much dry. I suppose snowshoeing for twenty minutes in minus twenty-eight degree Celsius (-18 F) temperatures helps a person stay dry, but to be honest I didn't really think it was that cold. When I walked up to the door, though I glanced in the side window and saw the hoarfrost had rimed my beard and hat.