I’ve been spending some time in Regina, Ca. this weekend and I can’t think of any time that I’ve been in such bitter cold. When my plane landed on Saturday, a little afternoon, it was the high of the day around -29 F (but felt like -49 F with the wind). By nightfall, it was registering around -37 F (-60 F with wind chill). This Sunday morning, -34 F (-49 F with wind chill). I spent about 20 minutes outside walking around and tromping in the snow and when I came in, the bare spots on my face were literately “burned”. Wild. Thank goodness we don’t see this kind of weather in Oregon.