Ice Nine

Jen zooming around on the iced tide

Jen and I took a miniature dawn walk on Nantasket Beach this past Sunday.

It was, at most, six degrees Fahrenheit and I’m not even gonna think about the wind chill factor. Boyhowdy, the wind was screaming in off the water at light speed.

The wee waves were freezing solid as they lapped the shore -- poor dears.

Why did we subject ourselves to the searing arctic blasts which threatened to peel our skin clean off?

Em, I wanted to get pics of the sun rise with ice. Perhaps another scarf and an additional pair of gloves next time.

What is Ice Nine? Cat's Cradle -- Kurt Vonnegut Get some!