Weekend lessons: frozen waterfalls, winter hikes and bacon

Let me tell you how my weekend started.

It started with me racing to get to a yoga class. I parked four blocks away and speed walked through sheets of ice in my fancy boots. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall, I chanted in my head. 

And I didn't. Phew. 

As I triumphantly burst through the front door, so proud of myself for not slipping, I fell flat on my face in the lobby.

Oh, and the class was full and I was turned away. I was pretty sure this was a sign -- the start of a terrible weekend -- but then we woke up to a fresh blanket of snow, and being the first person to walk in fresh snow is like opening a new book for the first time: it's quiet and it smells nice and for a little while, you're in a different world. It's a game changer. 

A few more lessons:

01. This is what happens when a waterfall freezes.

02. This is the face of someone who is about to throw a snowball.

03. How to get free bacon: sit at the bar. Order a bloody mary. Humor the chatty bartender. When he asks you what beer you want for your chaser, say "bacon."