You know you're from northern NH when...

I grew up in northern New Hampshire and it was cold there in the winter all the time. For 6 years or so I worked at the Mount Washington Auto Road and at Great Glen Trails in the winter. One freezing winter morning as I was walking into work one of my coworkers said to me, "Hey April, did you hear it was colder here this morning than at the North Pole?" And it actually was colder than the North Pole. It was a Wednesday, and I remember that because the Mount Washington Observatory crew was scheduled for their weekly switch...but they couldn't go up the mountain because the hydraulics on the Snow Cat had froze...that's cold. Walking to school, or even from the back parking lot into the school was always fun. I actually told someone recently that it's not cold until you step outside and your breathe gets taken away and all of your nose hairs freeze instantly. Or my all time favorite was when my hair was wet and the wind would blow, and then my hair would be frozen sticking straight out off my head!
And then there was the morning that my sliding van door (because I was wicked cool and drove a brown Dodge Caravan with wooden side panels) was frozen open and I pulled on it so hard I ripped it right off the van...
So this morning when I was coming into work I said "I know it's -20, but it doesn't feel like a cold -20." (like there is a warm -20) I guess the difference today was that there was no wind, thankfully...but growing up in northern New Hampshire tends to make me thankful for a warm -20 that lasts a day or two...instead of a week or two...