So it snowed in D.C. on Tuesday. GW cancelled school and Chloe and I made a grocery run while the weather was still reasonable. The snow started around 10 a.m., while we were on our way back from Trader Joe’s, and pretty much kept at it all day. Outside the window, the wind drove the snow horizontally (the Saudi Arabian embassy is across the street, and I’m sure it’s a rare sight to see a Saudi flag flapping in a snowstorm) and periodically you could hear the snowplows rumble by on the highway below.
Somewhere around 11 that night Chloe had finished studying for the day and we naturally decided that it was time to go play in the snow. Our plan was to make a snowman (cue Disney reference). I had a perfect carrot nose, an ironic trucker hat, and a pair of mirrored Walmart aviators in my pockets. I was also wearing a pair of neoprene scuba gloves, but that’s beside the point (it’s all I have, OK!). Our snowman would have been the coolest on the block (pun not intended, but also not begrudged).
Except the snow was too dry and powdery to pack effectively, and our snowman would have taken way too much effort to make. Plus my fingers would have frozen solid in the process. Instead we decided to walk to the National Mall to see the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument in all their dazzling, midnight, snow-laden glory. Except the walk seems longer when the weather is arctic. By the time we got there we had slipped at least 5 times and as many extremities were threatening frostbite.
I brought along Flat Stanley (for those who don’t know) for what was sure to be an excellent photo op. That is, unless your camera lives in an iPhone like mine does. Because, fun fact, iPhones don’t like the cold. I snapped 7 pictures before mine went into hibernation. I think Chloe got 2. Our photo op ruined and our respective butts and toes frozen, we headed back soon after.
Anyway, moral of the story is don’t take your iPhone out in the snow. That was our arctic adventure and my public service announcement, and I can safely say that I’ve since had enough of the cold. I did manage to get at least one decent picture of Stanley, and a picture without him to prove we were there. We found out afterward that we were either too late or too far away to see the people kite-skiing around the monument (yeah, and yeah), which is, illegality aside, pretty cool.