We hit the sack last night around 10:30pm.  Beforehand, I slipped out to the front porch to grab a few more logs for the fiery beast which warms our little cabin.  It was cold.  Yes, it’s always cold here in West Yellowstone, but this was different.  This cold hadn’t been here since last winter.  I peaked out past the roof line and the crystal clear starry night was settling in.  After I packed the Elm full and let her rip for a few minutes, I crawled into a warm bed.  This is the time of the year that being married has it’s benefits.  Okay, there are more benefits than a warm bed, so we’ll stop there.  Anyway, after about ten minutes the house began to pop and crack.  Molly was sound asleep and never heard the winter noise.  This went on all night long.

We woke to 30 below zero.

Damn, that’s cold.

No fishing today.