So I'm pacing around the condo like a caged lion. I can see the river smoking and I want to go down and take some pictures.
But its also f#@king -2 out there. I feel like the guy in the Bud Light commercials right. The guy who's afraid to go back into the basement, or hates the song that's playing or has the loud buddy. But he does what he has too anyhow.
Mostly I was thinking about Ronnie over at Queen City Discovery.
Would he let a little discomfort get in the way of an incredible photo op?
I don't think so.
So I bundled up and captured this. It was worth every second.
Man what is it about subzero Artic air that makes you feel ALIVE?
Even realizing that I was kneeling in goose poop didn't cool my good mood.
Last night Steve Horstmeyer called this Artic sea smoke.