We froze this week.
I don't mean that it got down to a laughable negative thirty. With windchill (we calculated) it got to around -55 degrees Celsius. There's a certain point in a missionaries life where you stop measuring temperatures and everything is just 'really cold'
We hit that moment.
Despite that however we managed to press forward undaunted.... Ok maybe slightly daunted by the cold. That day when it got the worst was an exchange, and I was with my good friend Elder Hunter. In the morning he asked if we wanted to go out and knock doors. We thought about it and decided that that probably wouldn't be the best idea.
Meanwhile my companion went out contacting during the worst of it. We make fun of how the new missionary leading the area almost killed my companion.
It's warmed up now, which has been a blessing to our fingers and earlobes.
Talk to you next week :)
Loves
Elder Wolford
steven.wolford@myldsmail.net
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