We all piled into the car on Saturday afternoon, intent on getting outside and enjoying what we could of the unseasonably warm weather (40+ Farenheit, if you can believe it).    You would have thought we were a bunch of crack addicts on a drug run as we cruised down main street Sheffield with the windows down and our noses in the air like starving collies in the need of a good bone to chew on.    My wife and I even had synchronized sighs as we drew mighty draughts of naturally-purified air into our saggy old lungs.

Of course, as fate would have it (Lady Luck was still in the process of thawing out), there was precious few places to go where we could either a) get good photos or b) let our son wander around without ending up 3-feet deep in snow, mud, or ravine.   After much driving we did manage to find a small park where we got some pics and we went to Clear Lake today for a brief outing that included pictures of ice and being whipped by the wind into humancicles in short order.   Needless to say, we didn’t pursue that one for very long and quickly came home again.

But, for now, here’s photographic evidence of our time outside and that, despite the Satan’s deepfreeze that Iowa is in February, we can manage to get out on occasion.