December 2014, somewhere around Collingwood or thereabouts, I am no longer very sure. In the white world of small town Canadian winters things start to look the same. It was also about 12 years ago, so I’ll give myself some slack. It was my first winter in Canada, and it was quite cold. Not as cold as I’ve experienced later on during my stint here, but cold nontheless. I felt much like this frozen F250: like a freezicle.