What do we do in New England? We pack up base camp and head for the summit (i.e. shovel and blow snow).

We got ourselves a full-blown blizzard! Not half-blown, mind you. The full slushy. At one point, my right eye was completely packed with snow, which gave me the exact same sharp brain freeze headache you'd get if you ate ice cream too fast. Good tunes, good times.

I'm NOT a polar bear, god dammnit! I want to . . . want . . . SLEEEEEEP!

((this is a self-portrait. I did the hold arm out thing. Doesn't look half bad, if I do say so my damn self. *grins*))