Never in my life would it have occurred to me that I could experience colder temperatures in Griffin, Georgia than in Qaqortoq, Greenland. After all, when I stepped off the cruise ship in Qaqortoq it was a frosty 19 degrees, the coldest temperature this Southern California girl had ever endured. I ended up adding my nose to the list of body parts affected by Raynaud’s, thanks to a full day spent hiking up and down the hills exploring the town on that frigid day. What a wimp I was! The local boys rode around on their bikes with opened flannel shirts blowing in the breeze and just a t-shirt on underneath.
More than five years later, here I am in the deep South laughing at 19 degrees! Last night before turning in, weather.com reported a temperature of 17 degrees with a “feels like” temperature at 5 degrees. The low dipped to 14 degrees with a “feels like” of -2! I didn’t stay up long enough to find out; my bed (and Bruce!) seemed like a cozier alternative.
At the moment, it’s a balmy 27 degrees, so I wrapped myself up in my warmest duds to venture out to our waterfall- uhhhh, make that “ice fall!”
Very pretty! It is best enjoyed from the cozy living room in San Antonio. It was 22 degrees here yesterday but no water around to freeze.
So, the cold weather hit San Antonio as well, I see. Your living room is lovely, Ann Marie; the perfect place to spend a cold winter night!
Brrrrrrrr! Gorgeous photos, though! I will make sure to check the weather report before I come out–it’s colder there than in Santa Cruz!
You never know what you’re going to get out here, Laura. On Saturday, the high is predicted to be 62 degrees!