Well, it's relatively brutally cold. Compared to the winter they get in Russia or Canada, this is very mild indeed, even though it is frost. Always a good thing to attempt to get or hold a bigger perspective.
I have lived in some remote places, mostly at hydro-electric power dams, where it was often 50 or 100 miles to town. I've had a moose walk through the back yard, while I was five miles away in the bush, hunting for one. I've been bitten by a baby red fox, after I caught him one morning near the den, and as a result, I ended up feeding the young ones all one summer, instead of going 90 miles to town for rabies shots. Those were the healthiest little foxes I ever saw, and they just loved canned fish-flavour cat food.
I was also bitten by a young seal while in the Arctic, after I decided to rescue it it from where it fell asleep on a rock at high tide, and then by low tide, was too far from the water. You wouldn't believe how many needle-pointed little teeth they have, and those are angled inward, so that their dinner doesn't escape.
Fortunately, my leg did. The kids at the settlement's boarding school
had a great time with my seal until it found its way back to the
ocean from the fresh water pond we put it in. Believe it or not, those Eskimo kids told me they'd never seen a live seal close up - only dead ones - so they had a lot of fun watching this one.