My husband, on the other hand, was born and raised in Atlanta. His idea of cold is basically any weather that calls for a light sweater. While I was loving the weekend Michigan chill, the colorful leaves blowing in the wind, the mornings so cool you consider warming up the car first... he was miserable for the most part. As much as I tried to explain how this is nothing, and this is just fall; it's actually warmer than usual, and it's really not that bad, he wasn't hearing it. Fortunately we were only there for a weekend, so he got his little taste of Pontiac/Detroit/Rochester and bounced.
I guess it's worth noting that as much as I love the cold, sitting in the house while it's 20 degrees below zero for days and weeks on end is not fun. AT ALL. Last year it dropped to -40 degrees (!). I definitely won't be visiting during the winter any time soon.
On another note, I was so very excited to shoot some photos with my Nikon again. I hadn't used it in months, and it was literally collecting dust on top of my dresser (I had to wipe it down and everything). Howwwwwever, those plans got hijacked by a low battery - a battery I charged the night before. I must've forgotten to actually turn the camera OFF in transit, because it died at the beginning of the reception :(.
Till' next time!
Lol, I'm not a big fan of the cold. Correction: Extreme cold. I can get down with a brisk 45-50 degrees but anything below that, I start complaining too haha.
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