Several years ago, we went to Fargo at Christmastime and it was cold like this - - twenty to thirty below with wind chills doubly cold. It was the first time I truly experienced whiteout conditions and the car almost didn't start the next morning.
We bundled up, and I was wearing the same alpaca socks as I am right now, as we walked the half-mile to check out a taproom. We thought we were tough stuff, as we unbundled layer after layer to the amusement and admiration of the other patrons.
But, just then, a guy came in, on his bike, stopping to have a beer after skiing.
It's all relative.
And I will never move to North Dakota.
Stay safe!
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