On Monday, the day we awoke to the temperature reading -42c, we decided to go to the pub after work. We were seeking comfort from the weather in the form of pizza and beer. After ordering some beers from our server, we were kept waiting and waiting and waiting for our bevvies. When the server finally returned, she said rather sheepishly: "The beer lines have frozen." What?!? Unbelievable. You can tell it is a cold day in Banff when the beer freezes over!
When Hell Freezes Over - The River
When Hell Freezes Over - The Lake
Until this morning, I thought there would be no more cold weather surprises, especially after the beer freezing over. This morning, I went down to the laundry room to collect the laundry and realized-oops-I forgot to turn on the dryer. My towels had been sitting there all night and were still soaking wet. When I turned on the dryer, I was greeted by an orchestra of thumping and bumping even louder than the sound of running shoes in the dryer! I opened up the door and a towel fell out on my feet. And it hurt. My load of towels were frozen solid into a couple giant ice towel blobs.
So, after surviving a week of cold temperatures and a period of adjustment, I am finally getting used to the cold again. After a few days of hibernation, a lot of eating and almost losing my mind, I have run the past 3 days. The cold weather certainly has some merits. The Alpenglow has been amazing, I am sleeping and eating like a pre-pubescent boy and there is nobody on the trails! Now that I have wrapped my brain around such weather, I'm good with it. I think. Anyone want to go for a run?