As much as I love me a good winter, with a nice layer of snow on the ground making everything pretty, I really, really, really hate when it first gets cold up in Anchorage because it gets drier than a mummy's snatch here. I just had a nosebleed for half an hour. I get them pretty much like clockwork this time of year, though usually not for that long.
Yet another reason I miss Seattle.
Yet another reason I miss Seattle.