This was the coolest looking house I saw on my walk. It also had the longest icicles I managed to actually take a picture of. One of those is about 7 feet long. I actually saw a few houses with icicles 2 or 3 times that long though. It was crazy. Icicles on everything.

Patricia's house, not obscured by night/snow this time. One of the two children in the bottom right is crying at this point, though I don't recall which one.

 

We woke up one morning to find steam coming off the water. I thought it looked cool enough to take a picture of. I was right. I didn't think it was cool enough to warrant running outside in my bathrobe and slippers to get a closer shot. I was right about that too.

That day, we headed over the "mountains" so I could say I actually got to the Bay of Fundy. I'd love to say I was able to have all sorts of deep moving thoughts while staring out to see, but to be honest, I think my eyeballs had frozen before I saw it.

 

Being a good photographer, Patricia took multiple pictures. The freezing had reached deep within my brain by this point.

A picture tight enough that you can hardly tell that I've frozen solid, and snapped in half, just above the waist.