Love the mountains. Love the people. Love the politics.<--- Not so crazy about the winters.
When I first moved here, my dad picked me up at the train station. I hadn't dressed for the weather; it was late November and I had come from a comparatively balmy Pacific Northwest. As I shivered my way through the parking lot with him, he (real estate agent to the core) was telling me about how it never got really cold in Colorado, that we had lovely mild winters.
As we got into the car, I couldn't help but notice the thermometer on the dash: 6 degrees below zero.
Right, dad. This is just pleasantly brisk.
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