Ah, memories

As I got in my car last night to go to the gym to try to clear out some brain cobwebs and retain some semblance of fitness on the indoor bike, I thought of North Dakota.

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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