You heard me right, this weekend in Minnesota is going to be “butt chappin’ cold”. And when people in Minneapolis tell you it feels cold outside, you should sit up and take notice. For a humorous reflection on that notion, check out our friend Sank’s post on a trip up to Fargo/Moorehead.
The reason I bring it up is because this weekend I agreed to go to a lake somewhere in the Minnesota Iron Range in the northern portion of the State. The purpose of the trip is to go snow-mobiling. This is an annual adventure trip for several of my friends and they’ve been inviting me to go every year. I’ve been fortunate enough to have real excuses to turn down the invitations over the years, but not this year.
From what I understand, there’s one bar about a mile down the road from the cabin. The cabin itself will not have running water as the plumbing isn’t winterized. Meals and trips to the W.C. will be to the bar down the road. Planning out my meals at the bar is okay, but planning W.C. trips to the bar is not something that appeals to me. Especially when it’ll be about -25 below zero outside.
I plan to bring a couple of really good books. If it’s too cold to ride through the woods, I’m going to make as many friends in the bar as possible. I’ve heard they do Karaoke on Saturday nights. That ought to be fun. I’ll bring a camera and share the adventure on what Minnesotans living on the frozen tundra actually do when it’s butt-chappin’ cold out.