You want to know what's hard to do in Minnesota when you keep getting hit with days topping out into the upper 40s? Play outdoor hockey.
I've lived here since 1990, and I cannot recall a warmer, less snowy winter. And honestly, I'm not complaning. I shoveled so much snow last winter I swore come hell or high water a snowblower would be under my tree this year, lest I lift another shovelful of snow by hand again.
We didn't actuallly get a snowblower this year, and as it turns out, as of today, we haven't needed one.
So even though there are many like minded adults in this town, relishing the warmer temps and the snow-free landscape, I can tell you one boy who's kind of pissed off about it.
This playground by our house is usually a solid sheet of prime kid hockey ice from December through the end of March. This year, Cole's had to manage with about a 1/2 inch of ice, and that's on a good day.
So last week, we headed out on one of the cooler days to a) let Cole get some ice time and b) play with my cool new refurb zoom lens I got for Christmas.
I haven't had a real zoom lens since I was a Nikon user a number of years ago. I didn't want some crazy high priced one either, and Dan found a lens as a refurbished item at our local camera shop.
I don't have the steadiest hand with it yet, but Cole is thrilled with the fact that I can actually get closer and shoot him in his many sporty exploits.
Now if we'd just get a tiny bit more winter. You know, I'm really not asking for myself here. Really.
But the boy's childhood memories are going to require just a bit more precip.
p.s. I'm sure I'm jinxing the entire state with this post. Just watch. Snowpacalypse is imminent.