So, a week or two ago I went up to Williams Lake, for a family emergency. I won’t bum you out with the details, but I found one aspect of the trip and back to be quite amusing. The weather has been odd lately in my opinion. While the coast, where I live, has been colder than usual, the interior was surprisingly warm. It’s been really chilly this year. Sometimes, in the morning, you can even see your breath. So, I put on my nice wool jacket to go outside, and even then I’m still cold. Needless to say, I was a little worried when we headed up north. However, my brother and I made it through the canyon, in his Mustang, and there was snow on the side of the road in one small area near the top of the mountain. Which was great. In my mind, muscle cars and winter don’t go together. I only drove my Camaro once in the snow. Thought I was going to die. Never did that again.
Anyways, fast-forward to the day we left. All the weather reports were saying a big storm was going to hit the area and there was going to be snow. That morning, when I woke up, I looked at my phone, as per usual, and it said that it was 7 degrees Celsius… at home. Right next to the that is the temperature for Williams lake, -7 with a wind chill making it feel like -12. The storm was still a couple hours off, but the cold had to hit first for snow to come afterwards. I had forgotten what it was like to have the car doors frozen shut in the morning, I’ve become so used to the coast. I put on a scarf, touque, hoodie, long underwear, boots, and my jacket. I was still frozen to my very core! I can’t believe that used to be my life. Then I think, “One year it got as cold as -40.”
Then I come home, and that night Jacob needed outside. So Amanda and I went out back to let him run around the yard and do his thing. I’m standing there in my slippers and PJs, and Amanda looks at me and says, “It’s cold, I’m going back inside.”
I look around, “Really? I think it’s nice.”