I woke up this morning with ice on the boom tent, both inside and out. Outside, from the snow, sleet, freezing rain. Inside, from my breath condensing under the tent in the cold air. It was not the weekend that I, or anybody else, expected. I heard the terms nor'easter, gale and winter storm used.
It was interesting, fun, a little different. I saw some good friends, made some new ones. More later.