I went out to the Arb again tonight to ski, and discovered that they actually groomed the trails! I haven't seen groomed ski trails in about 16 years, since I was skiing every day as a high-school senior. Trouble is, I didn't have my skate skis, so I spent the better part of an hour slipping and sliding as I tried to stride on the beautifully flat snow.
And it was cold: with the windchill, it was -1.1°F (-18.4°C). How cold is that? Cold enough for the perspiration and respiration to freeze on a guy's vest:
I wish I had a beard, just to have frosted it, too.