How cold was it?
This is how cold it was: I saw a face in a bootprint in the snow and I DID NOT STOP for it. I couldn’t face (sorry) taking off my thin glove one more time–and my phone camera responds only to my bare finger.
Back in Edmonton on a quick trip for a family event, I was managing my exposure to the Great White North pretty well, dashing between the car and the hotel, the car and the yarn store, and the car and various restaurants. With a low of -16C it was cold, for sure, but nowhere near as bad as the -36C of the previous week. The issue was my gear: my gloves, specifically. They were intended only as liners and wouldn’t have kept my hands warm even if I’d kept them on. Which I didn’t. The bridge was calling, as it has before, and before that, and before that.
Taking advantage of gaps in my schedule, I stopped twice: once just before noon in grey-out conditions, and once a few hours later when Alberta’s blue sky had reasserted itself.
Unfortunately, the City has neglected to provide a sidewalk up the adjacent hill, the twisty road down that hill does not invite pedestrians, and the scrubby woods that cover the hill block the view from the only pull-out/parking area. It would be doable in any season other than winter, or in any gloves other than the ones I had.
And so I went instead for the close-up shot.