Christmas is coming and the goose is getting…frozen.

It’s cold. Very cold. Below 20 cold. The streams are freezing cold.

I know I’m not the first person to experience such temperatures, and I know that by some standards our current weather would be considered a warm spring day, but in the same way all humans say, “Gee, that stinks” when something stinks, I’m saying, “Gee, it’s cold.” Because it’s cold.

Now that you know it’s cold, I can tell you how I feel about it. It’s quite fun actually. I put the lining back inside my leather jacket, and my REI socks do more than simply make me feel outdoorsy.

As the seasons change here at Hume Lake, so do the ways in which I risk my life. Away go the motorcycles and mountain bikes, and out come the Samurais and broom hockey gear. I’ll have to capture some broom hockey footage for those of you who’ve never seen it. It’s pretty interesting. I almost shattered both kneecaps by sliding into the wall, but apparently I’ve been drinking my fair share of milk at the dining hall and all my bones remained intact. It’s not an inherently dangerous game, it’s just that I’m competitive–often to the point of injury. We’ve played some amazingly fun games of whiffle ball, two-hand touch football, broom hockey and paint ball. I think all games are more fun when played at an altitude of 5200 with a bunch of youth camp leads. Those guys know how to have fun.