Yesterday was a balmy 0 degrees at the base, so I did venture out for a few runs. I met Mike, Montana born and raised, and sporting a magnificent beard. I was heeding the frostbite warnings of having no exposed skin, so I looked like a mummy. Mike on the other hand, said that having a beard is the greatest face and neck warmer, and when it ices up, it’s even more insulating. Like a face igloo?
Today is a different story. I may try to go out this afternoon if it climbs into the single digits, or if I grow a beard.