Semester's over and it's back to work for the winter break (believe or not, but this is a good thing). Unfortunately, that reduces my commute from 15 to 5 miles, round trip. So, after work, I rode out to campus and back anyway.

-10F/-23C, no wind. Saw about a dozen other cyclists on the MUP, all balaclava'd and pogie'd up. The beardcicle was about half an inch thick by the time I got home. South of Fish Creek, I saw these tracks heading out across the tidal flats:



No idea where they were going, but they're braver than me. It sent chills down my spine just standing there, listening as the ice creaked and cracked under tidal pressure.