Part of the fun of being a travel writer is going outside my comfort zone. Twice I’ve wrestled with opportunities that involved hours of freezing temperatures.

One was ice fishing in Wisconsin, which involved rising at 4:00, sitting on an upside-down bucket by a hole in the dark in 10-degree weather. I opted out.

Another was spending the night in Hôtel de Glace near Quebec City, sleeping on a block of ice where it’s always 23 degrees.

No one caught a fish, and the hotel was overbooked. I stayed in my nice warm bed.

– Jan Schroder, Editor-in-chief