I grew up in and around cold weather, Montana, the Dakota's, Minnesota.
Living on the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation in the mid 1960s there were days and nights the furnace never shut off. The government house we lived in was so drafty the cold blew in 24/7.
Last winter was a nasty patch of cold weather up in that country too. I doubt I could handle a full winter without grabbing a plane ticket somewhere warm.
Maybe there is no such thing as bad weather, just soft people.
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