|Green & Brown, The Bar, February 11, 2011|
I've had a (small) hot pizza and a (big) mug of really hot chocolate, and I'm still not completely thawed. Brr, it was cold out on the Bar today! I was out for at least an hour, found all kinds of lovely things, including my very first marble, and finally decided to go home when I realized I couldn't feel my right toes, the back of my right hand, or my thighs. From the waist up I was pretty well bundled, but I guess long johns and khakis weren't enough for my legs. It's not even all that cold; the thermometer at my house says 23F. It's the wind that does it. And the itty bitty leak that developed in my boots. Maybe I'll get a hot water bottle for my feet, curl up with a nice warm computer, and do some online shopping for snowpants and winter boots. I know a lot of people who swear by Mucks. What do you wear for winter beachcombing? Or are you sane?
|The Bar, February 11, 2011|