Let's see: started the day well before the crack of dawn, driving 200 kms directly into a 60-70 kmh NW wind to get to Village RV in Regina by 8:30 a.m.
Two hours later I was on my way back home, with the wind behind me at least. This is an intersection at the newest eastern subdivision along #33 (yes, that's very slippery, icy slush)
Flags at Stoughton
Icy rain freezing on my living room window
My back yard right now. It looks calm and peaceful, but it isn't. The wind is gusting, snow is blowing and the doves and grackles are wondering what the heck happened to the sunny warmth of yesterday. So am I.