Aaaahhhhhh! Winter! (We mean a real winter, a Colorado winter, not that poor excuse for “cold” weather that Louisianans call “winter.”
Seriously, seventy-five degrees is not turtleneck weather.)
“Thirty-below?” you screech in horror.
Well, we Traveling Socks are made of wool.
We prefer bone-chilling cold, because Stacy Lyn would never wear us otherwise.
Here we attempting to snowshoe up to the Hallelujah Hut.
Stacy Lyn didn’t make it to the Hut, despite our prodding.
She was cold! Hmph – cold! What a lightweight!