It’s 9 degrees outside. We are approaching 48 hours of below freezing temperatures for the first time in ages. The folks at our city parks & rec have been diligently putting water down on the outdoor rinks 3 times a day to get ready. Last night, while out walking the dogs, I stopped by our local park and I can say we are almost there. The warming hut is set to open tomorrow, and the lights will be glowing on the belly of the water tower.
This is a full month later than the last few years, but at this point I’m just thankful to have ice. The skates are sharpened, and the stick is leaning against the wall in the garage. We’ve got the typical crazy schedule of running to practices and games for Lil’ Miss 20 Prospect, and 20 Prospect Jr., but by Sunday night I will be carving lines across the slick surface, and sending the puck cracking off of the boards with a loud thwack.
Winter in Minnesota has come at last.
(and there was much rejoicing.)