But nope, I had barely walked a dozen steps toward a patch of barley when suddenly my right foot dropped into space and I listed hard to starboard before crumpling sideways. Luckily, there was a good covering of snow to break my fall.
I was out near Milo on my second day of wandering around the snow-covered hills and valleys east of the city trying to take advantage of the sunshine and warming temperatures to get some pictures of the lovely, snow-covered countryside.
I’d headed north and east, out past Lyalta and into the valley of the Rosebud River. I figured that if I was a little ways beyond the early reach of the incoming chinook I might find a bit of pretty snow.
Now, given all my complaining about the cold of the last month you might think that I would really be looking forward to the temperatures rising. And you would be right.
But I actually kinda like it when the countryside is covered in snow. It’s really quite pretty with the sun shining on it and everything is shades of white and blue. The way those billions of tiny ice crystals kick the sun around is really quite spectacular. And after two winters with barely any snow at all, I was enjoying seeing the plains looking all wintery.
But there was no reason that it had to be so cold. Snow will fall and cover the ground just fine at minus-5C. No need to hang around minus-20C for weeks on end. It’s January and it’s supposed to be cold but it doesn’t have to be that cold.
So as the temperature started to rise I headed out to have a look around before the chinook blew in and started to eat it up.