I remember a time, about 25 years ago, when my husband’s ever youthful exuberance took him on a yearly trek up to the Grand Marais area of Minnesota. He would venture out with several young couples for a weekend of events consisting of everything cold and icy. The time included cross country skiing, snow shoeing, dog sledding and other activities which require strong lungs, good physical condition and a lot of craziness in your brain. At the end of the day, there was time spent in a hot sauna followed by a jump into the cold lake. I went once and that was way too much insanity for me. I recall a woman who was well into her 60s who also went with the group. More power to her.
I am an inside kind of person when it comes to winter. The less amount of time spent driving is high on my list of priorities. Unfortunately I live in one of the snowiest states in the USA, so I don’t have much choice unless I opt for Grub Hub, grocery home delivery and online activity throughout the day. In my neck of the woods you’re expected to accept the cold temps. We grow strong backs, exceptional immune systems and extreme vitamin D deficiency. Still we are hearty Nordic type folks who tell Sven and Ole jokes and sit on the ice staring down at a hole, hoping for a fish to jump out at us. I must admit, I’ve never done the ice fishing thing either. I guess I’m not really a true Minnesotan.
The amazing patterns of frost carved into our windows – the glistening beauty of new white snow – the dangling icicles looking like stalactites hanging tightly to the ceiling of a cave – the wind gusting and blowing snow around, clouding your vision for miles – cars getting stuck in snow banks – watching folks shoveling those cars out and making a path on their driveway just wide enough for them to push through. These are a few of my favorite things – looking out at them from the warmth of inside.
The weatherman seems elated, because he finally has something to hype about when we get more than five inches of snow. They go crazy with each impending storm. I imagine things can get boring in the weather world when things move along normally. They say some folks get migraines when a storm is coming – something about barometric pressure. My joints aches – a different joint will join in with any degree of change in the weather.
Twenty five years have come and gone. My husband is still the one to revel in the snow. His body is capable of shoveling a wide enough swath for the car to make it through, but we have to rely on our son-in-law for help clearing out the rest. I don’t even try anymore.
We’re told to embrace winter – to enjoy the beauty – to layer up and get some fresh air – to breathe until your nose hairs freeze – to visit ice castles, skating rinks, ski slopes and winter festivals of all kinds. I’ll continue to enjoy it from the comfort of my home, thank you very much.