These pictures are not very scary as this is maybe three days after the ice storm. The big storm happened during a work day, so we missed out on the great photo opportunities.
My car still looks like a popsicle, though.
Welcome to the Hoover dam. A frozen arctic tundra.
There are not enough layers in the world to keep you warm in this kind of cold. Our extremities learned this quickly.
Look, we can see our car from the top of the dam, can you? Oh, so far away.
Let me help. That's almost three frost bitten toes away. Once we realized how far away we were, we decided to race back to the warmth of the car as quickly as humanly possible.
What Geoffrey didn't know until about fifteen seconds from this moment, is that there is a huge fence-like line of boulders at the bottom of this hill, buried under the snow. You don't want to run and roll uncontrollably down a steep hill towards piles of huge twisted-ankles-in-waiting... I decided to penguin shuffle my way down... Geoffrey risked death.
I huddled in the car and tried to thaw while Geoffrey braved the park restroom. Like the scary hill race, I was not brave enough to drop my pants in this cold.
Back home at night, we survived.
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