It’s been below freezing here for a week now, and while this shouldn’t faze me at all (being a Norwegian and all), it seems I have lost my burly viking blood. I’ve spent most of the week burrowing under layers of blankets with Bobby and Wellie and trying to heat up our stupid, drafty house.
Here’s a totally gratuitous photo of us from JK’s office party on Saturday. It has nothing to do with the rest of the post, but I wanted to show it since we’re not wearing sweaty, grubby hiking clothes. And because JK wore his snazzy hat. Sadly, our evening was cut short because I had a major shoe fail. Yes, that’s blood. Ouch.
(I look so tired in photos lately – it certainly doesn’t help that I haven’t been sleeping well this fall. Aargh. If anyone has an under eye, anti-puff cream that actually works, please share. Or maybe something that could make me sleep that’s not some sort of evil pharmaceutical product.)
Anyway, we did manage to get out of the house a couple of times this week in spite of the cold. Before the holiday party, JK and I went for a quick run on Cougar Mountain (must get LONG running pants, brr!), and on Sunday we hiked up to good old Rattlesnake Ledge (the bump behind us in the photo up there) with Andre and Ellie.
On Wednesday, Ellie, Suz and I braved the forecast (-7°F* with the wind chill – luckily that wind never showed up and the sun was out in full force to keep us warm) and drove up to Stevens Pass for some snowshoeing.
The thing about hiking in the cold is that as long as you keep moving, you stay nice and toasty…but if something happens and you’re stuck up there waiting for help, you’re a wee bit screwed. So even though I was hiking in nothing but my thermal underwear and a soft shell layer, my pack was stuffed to the brim with all sorts of warm and puffy layers. I also heated up my water at home before I put it in my pack so it wouldn’t freeze.
Anyway, we snowshoed up to Skyline Ridge, a short and sweet hike with a great payoff. According to my GPS it’s only 3 miles with 1300 feet of elevation gain, and we got views of Mount Stuart and Daniel behind the Stevens Pass ski area and Glacier Peak and the Mountain Loop peaks to the north. Nom nom nom. I took more photos when JK and I went there in January (because my fingers weren’t as cold that day).
Supposedly the temperature is going to rise a little bit over the weekend, which might bring a bit of lowland snow – that would do wonders for my hitherto non-existent Christmas spirit. I think I have to go into some sort of holiday boot camp mode this weekend to see if I can get in the mood. Maybe I’ll have to bring out the big guns and watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation two weeks early. *gasp*
*that’s -21°C for my fellow Celsiites