After-dinner walks on the Canadian border: October edition.
This ain't no suburb, kids. Ain't no tropical paradise, either.
It wasn't actually that cold--hovering right around freezing--but the wind was so strong that on the way home, I actually turned around and walked backward for awhile to avoid the 20-mile-an-hour snow blowing directly in my face. And it was pretty much dark by the time we got home at 6 p.m.
Winter is coming.