When I left the house this afternoon it was 1° . My husband had told me about a photo op he had passed on his way in to work and I had no trouble finding it. Steam from some heating vents across the street blew over and against this fence, freezing it and everything in its path. I was only there for maybe 30 minutes max and by the time I returned to the truck, my fingertips were so cold they felt as if they had each been hammered mercilessly one by one. I definitely need to invest in some good cold-weather photographers gloves.
This is just one of the many trees that had become encrusted in ice from the steam. At one point I slipped and fell against the tree. The ice shattered and it sounded like glass falling. I half expected the tree to break but it just shook off the splintered ice and bounced back to its original position. I'm sure I provided the construction crew across the street with entertainment as I slipped and slid across the icy slope but I was bound and determined to get my shots. I actually only fell once, despite all of the close calls. Fortunately I was too numb from the cold to feel anything (except for my fingertips!)
After thawing off a little bit I went to the reservoir. The water was completely iced over and covered with a blanket of snow except for where a pipe emptied runoff from the other reservoirs into it. There the water still flowed and steamed. The forecast predicts an overnight low of -11°. Judging by the clouds surrounding the mountains in the distance it won't be long before the temperatures begin dropping.