BAM!  I woke up to an explosion near my feet, and the delicate sound of flying ice.  I was too cold to figure out what had burst.  It was long past saving now; I’d look in the morning.
My Redbull can!  It had lived through -25F in Crested Butte a month before, so whatever I was experiencing now was colder than that.  I scraped the ice off the inside of my windshield and peered out at the day.  The sun was shining and the wind had stopped.  Ahhh.
Everything had frozen: my …

 
Well 1st probably traffic…
But after that, it’s gotta be the fact that they are so freckin beautiful I can’t stand to look at the ground in front of me for more than a moment causing everything to become a tripping hazard.