Supposedly, Wisconsin is in the grip of a bone chilling cold front. The words of caution didn’t deter me from going out to enjoy today’s sunshine. I walked around the neighborhood and was surprised at how warm I felt, in spite of being well bundled
I decided to visit my place on power on the shores of Lake Mendota, and suddenly I felt the meaning of the words wind chill. Out there there are no trees, no houses, no barriers to the rapidly moving north east air that pummeled my exposed little face. Now those words of caution all make sense.
Nevertheless, I stayed, bedazzled and captivated by the winter wind surfers strutting their colorful sails and daring to do acrobatics on the frozen lake. I canceled my plans to hike across Mendota, but I watched Her for a while. The wind was whipping snow across the lakescape. The after math of this is drifts that no human architecture can equal. It was glorious, and the chance to behold a piece of glory is worth some pain.
