Eff that. I love winter. The cross country skiing, downhill skiing, the ice fishing, the snowball fights, swinging flies for steelhead as snow falls all around you, and even the simple things like sitting by the fire with my ol' lady. Change is good. It keeps the soul fresh and slows down this busy life we live.
One day I would like to get a place down south to vacation and get the occasional shag nasty out. But I wouldn't want to live in constant warm weather. I need the change of seasons and the feeling that every day holds something new. See the changing of nature that allows me to catch trout one day, tap a maple another and find a morel on a brisk rainy morning. Those memories can't happen when the landscape never changes.
Plus, the soul inherently needs work in my opinion. Whether that be splitting wood, shoveling the driveway or simply solving the logistical problems of weather. They are all important cogs that keep me focused. I'm sure for some people the ease of always being sunny and warm is comforting. For me, it's a prison of boredom.
