Living in Vancouver, we are spoiled. “Winter” is generally +3 degrees Celsius. Today I had to go to “the North” for work–Prince George. Boy, is it ever cold.
The entire flight up was the view of beautiful mountain ranges covered in snow. I happily played with my new mirrorless camera.
When I landed, it was -28 C. With windchill, apparently it felt like -36 C. But hey, I can’t tell the difference between -28 and -36. It was just really cold. Walking from the airport terminal to the cab was maybe 30 ft, and I almost keeled over.