Weather---Pahhhhh--this isn't bad. I grew up near Bancroft, Ontario in the 1940's and 1950's. The temperature would drop to -30 F around the third week of December, and stay that way for WEEKS at a time. And when the weather warmed up---Man, would it snow!! Dad worked in the logging camps, and when the snow got up to the horses belly's, the horses wouldn't draw logs, so you couldn't get the logs out to the skidways. The snow was so deep that the loggers couldn't walk from one tree to the next. They would throw their chainsaw as far as they could towards the next tree they wanted to cut, and then half walk/half swim through the snow until they got to their saw. The folks logging Algonquin park, which was another 50 miles north of where I grew up experimented with metal snowshoes attached to the horseshoes so the horses wouldn't sink into the snow so far, so they could continue working after the snow passed 4 foot deep.-They can still be seen at the Logging Exhibit in Algonquin park. First wife and I were out snowmobiling one night---beautiful night, full moon, everything crackling with frost. We stopped at Oscar Storing's house for a drink and a visit, and it was -44 F!!!----Brian
