Moving from the mild west coast, we had braced ourselves for the reality of a harsh Canadian winter on the prairies.
Not so much, as it turns out.
At least not so far, anyway. It snowed shortly after we moved, which made for lovely winter walks, but it hasn’t snowed since and it hasn’t even been especially cold.
Everyone keeps commenting on how nice Mother Nature has been to us so far, and I do appreciate it. But I’m secretly a little bit disappointed. I love snow, and I’m perfectly prepared for it to get cold. Plus I’ve got a long list of things I want to do, and many of them are classic winter activities.
There’s still snow on the ground (in some places, anyway) and the local ski hill has been doing a good job making their own. We ventured up there today (more on that tomorrow) and then, with the spirit of adventure and wanting to explore some more, went down to the lagoon to watch people skating.
Apparently it’s just cold enough to keep the lagoon frozen, though it was definitely getting damp in certain areas. We walked around on the ice and watched others skate, gathering once in a while around the fire pits to warm up or drink a warm drink. Music rang out from speakers in the park, and overall it was a perfectly lovely way to spend an afternoon.
Harsh cold or not, we’ll be back with skates in hand.
