This morning marks the first long-pants morning here in New England. We got up and it was 45F outside, so I had to dig out my light-weight long pants, plus my vest and sleeves. Riding along, I started remembering those winter sensations that I'd forgotten through the summer heat:

- Cold ears and face
- Toes slowly cooling to numbness
- Eyes watering wildly for the first few minutes
- Blowing huge snot wads every so often

With these familiar sensations kicking in, my ice paranoia also started revving up. I had to keep reminding myself that we were still well above freezing so far, and that all water on the ground would still be liquid at this point.