Have you ever been to Minnesota? Do a little research. Our climate is actually pretty temperate compared to what you might think — much of the state is located on the edge of the plains or in a high desert. It does get cold in winter, but odds are it’ll be sixty degrees a couple days later, so you’ll thaw out just fine.
My friends and family really don’t know the first thing about either of those activities.
Only on certain occasions. When you’re in a landlocked state and the craving for oysters hits like the plague, you gotta do something.
No. No, actually I’m not. Basic geography, people.
Ok. Got me again. I’m on the slopes as much as possible each winter. However, I know a surprising amount of people here who don’t ski or snowboard at all. Personally, I think they are crazy.
One of the most distinct memories of my teenage years was marching, through a thick cloud of smoke, across the CU-Boulder campus towards Farrand Field, only to find it barricaded by police. After a quick powwow (“Aw, man, total buzzkill!) the stoned masses decided to take the field back. We jumped over the fence, darted around the officers, and re-congregated in the center of the field just before 4:20. Despite the fact that they turned the sprinklers on us, the annual plume of smoke rose above the campus like an over-inflated balloon that had escaped from a child’s grasp.
Oh wait, did I just admit that?
Hippies lived in the sixties and cowboys are a dying breed. 