I live in New England.  I go skiing.  I go to the peaks of mountains in the dead of winter.  I know cold, but the cold I experienced at Jay Peak last Saturday defined all of my possible definitions of cold.  It was CRAZY COLD.  The type of cold that punched you in the face.

I’ve been to Jay Peak before but I had only skied in the lower part of the mountain because I was a beginner.  I never even took the tram up or anything.  This time I saw the whole thing.  And it was magnificent.  Yeah I was cold, but there is something about being on the top of a mountain that makes you feel like an arctic explorer.  It was amazing.

Of course, there are photos: