As overly simplified as that may sound, it does ring true. There is a lure to this place that defies logic. Especially when doors freeze shut and sidewalks take on the semblance of skating rinks for weeks at a time.
I fell in love with Mpls while here on business in the early spring of 1999. I knew nothing of the winters, but I thought they sounded fun. And they have been. Nowadays I'm kinda proud that 82% of surveyed respondents said "No way, Jose" when asked if they'd live here. I'm happy only 16% said they'd consider it. I feel our fair city has a nice population balance. This survey indicates we don't need to worry about a surge of new neighbors anytime soon. Ha! If only Portland could be so lucky ... (Geez, Patch ... you had to sneak in a Portland slam didn't ya?)
While some might think we're certifiably crazy to call Minneapolis home, I'd simply have to respond there's something I haven't quite figured out how to explain just yet, so I won't even try. But, trust me, it's there because if it wasn't I/we wouldn't be.
I now humbly submit a short list in photos of just a few of the reasons I dig Minneapolis MN in winter:
No need to put the beer on ice. (Artificially made ice, that is.)
Roasting chestnuts for the first time and having absolutely no doubt that it's seasonally apropos. (This photo was taken at Xmess.)
I was in Memphis TN a few weeks ago where we were treated to some significantly warmer weather than here. I was in England last week where it resembled spring with "warm" 40 degree rain. I got back on the bike in MN this week for 0F commutes, numb toes and a couple of fantastic beardsicles. But I came back. Man I love this place.