I mean, really cold.
At first, it didn’t seem that bad. I walked from the airport to the car in a wool coat, cowl neck sweater and boots. It was OK.
For about two minutes.
Then the wind hit. OMG. Right through every layer of material I had. Now I understand why everyone told me to get thermal underwear.
I haven’t been in this kind of weather for awhile. That last time I endured a Midwestern winter was in 1999 — and, like childbirth (I’ve heard), I forgot what it felt like.
Well, welcome back, Cat.
Here’s what we did the first few hours in Madison, Wisc.
Dinner photos are coming later!