You know, Chubby, I've lived and traveled in a lot of places. But in none of them were the winters as deep as they were in Northern Illinois.
I used to tell people we had ten months of winter and two months pretty late in the fall. Until we spent three weeks in Swedish Lapland, about 200 klicks north of the Arctic Circle, and one of our hosts topped that. "It's like here," he said. "Ten months of winter and two months of bad snowmobiling."
What I could never get used to, and can't explain, about Northern Illinois was one thing. How could it be below zero, and yet still be damp---bone chilling damp at that. There's no place else on earth where that happens.
One of the many reasons I left.