Another morning of snow and ice on the road and cold in the air. Walking Junior up the street I tried to convince myself that I could easily handle the snow on the road. There was, after all, a lot of grit and salt mixed in with the snow. And big patches of hard ice here and there too. The first walk verdict — postpone the riding and take the dog to the park.
Going to the park I knew I would get out on to the main roads and find them clear. They were but while throwing the ball for Junior I realized it was really cold. Single digit cold. Not Alaska cold. Cold for me. So I chickened out and left the scooter at home and went to town with Junior.
I could have ridden though…
There is a cafe in town that allows dogs and that’s exactly where Junior and I went. Breakfast for me and a bowl of water for him. He was quite content and relaxed until Rosie, a female German Shepherd arrived. It was too early in the morning to see him turn into Sir Humpalot so we wandered out the other door and on towards home.
Tomorrow the weather forecast promises freezing rain and sudden temperature drops. Sounds like I should just surrender to clinomania…