Brrrr!

Uncle uncle. This weather is brutal. Last night it dipped into the teens. My bladder pleaded with me for most of the night but I refused to get out from under the down. When I finally did at 6:30 this morning, I lost feeling in my toes within minutes.

So, what do you do when the wind chill is below what the human body can endure and the only hotel in town is closed? You hang out in the post office. Not much in the way of excitement, but at least it has heat. Besides it afforded an excellent view of the elk harem grazing on the lawn across the street.

The revised forecast calls for a severe winter storm watch through tomorrow morning. Looks like another early night tucked in the warmth of feathers.