Back in the early 1990s, I spent a couple of frozen years in Duluth. It was cold but fun. Going out at night in my Jeep Wrangler just after a heavy snowfall and hitting the emergency brake and spinning around in empty parking lots.
Walking the dog in feet of snow (with special footies to keep her paws from stocking to the frost).
And once, at my house (I had a double-length front yard as the back opened up to an alleyway), I spent about half a day shoveling and de-icing a path from the street to the front door so the mailman could deliver mail.
About 3 days later, a massive warm front hit an melted most of the snow into packed ice. I found out then that I had missed the walkway but about 3 feet to one side, so I had to go back out and chip all the ice off the path.
But this morning, I went for a nice swim outside in the pool at my complex before coming to work.
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