It was the sudden blast of razzor-sharp wind that made me realize that we’re no longer comfortable. It didn’t take much.
Bleak is the best way to describe this scenery. The wind never let go, changing the landscape every few hours, shifting the snow in many directions.
One can look to the west and see nothing but power-poles with stretched-out power lines cutting through the vista, while the east consists nothing but single-family housing.
They say, you should occasionally step out of your comfort-zone. Not this time, the cold become unbearable. The adventure lasted less than an hour.