But here it was, well past seventeen hundred hours, with the sun sinking toward the horizon, and the temperature was still well above freezing. Maybe even as warm as ten degrees Celsius. Sly wondered idly if the Salish-Shidhe lands might have maintained the archaic Fahrenheit system, which would have made it about fifty degrees. Unseasonably warm no matter what system you were using. The temperature would probably drop like a rock after dark, but Sly still doubted they’d have to deal with any snow.