Why pay for heat?

Being accustomed to horrible windows at my parent's house in Concord, then moving to Southie where Folger and I had windows that failed at stopping the howling, frigid coastal wind from coming in, I thought I had seen it all. Well, I was wrong. On my day off this week I thought it worthwhile to document how bad it really can be here in the dead of winter. Here are some pictures from the inside of our house on a typical frigid winter day (high in the zero range). The side door actually gets used. The door that looks like a freezer is the front door that never gets used. No big deal, I guess.

And our kitchen window has started to resemble more of an expressionists rendering than a window from all the ice swirls.

 

 

 Once the sun came out I happened to notice some fresh tracks up on Taco Bell Couloir in town. It's supposedly illegal to ski this as it's steep and empties right out behind the Taco Bell. None the less, it was a cool sight.

With all the steep terrain around town, I'm going to have to start doing some hiking and skiing once there's a little more of a base down around this elevation. For now I'll stick to skiing Jackson Hole, which, if you haven't heard, is a pretty decent mountain.