When I moved to Vermont from Illinois, I had no idea what I was in for when winter rolled around. There was no way that I wasn’t going to go outside, but with temperatures commonly dropping to -20 degrees or lower, I froze my butt off, literally. I swear, after one winter camping trip, my butt didn’t thaw for several days. Eventually, I gave myself hypothermia one too many times and I just couldn’t take being cold any longer! I was sick of not being able to do what I wanted when outside, my poor clothing choices were dragging me down and the winter blues set in. When spring finally rolled around, I raided every clothing swap and free box I could find, and built up my vast collection of cold weather clothing.
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