We Minnesotans are proud of surviving winter.
We are so proud of outlasting many other faint-hearted earthly dwellers (totally excluding North Dakota and Alaska and well, maybe Canada and Siberia), that we celebrate it.
And why not? We should all celebrate our insanity at some point in our lives.
For 10 days in January and February (typically the coldest days of the year), those who dwell in the capital city of our land host the Winter Carnival.
The Winter Carnival is complete with a medallion hunt, parade and fireworks, ice sculpturing contest, dances, music, crowning of royalty, and other festivities. It is really fun–if you like to freeze your fingers and toes. Except for the year of 2012–this would have been a good year to enjoy it as long as things didn’t melt.
Looks like that’s not going to happen.
But let me tell you a little bit more about the Winter Carnival. Legend has it that there was this King of the Winds dude named Boreas who divided the winds among this brothers. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because he’s a nice guy?
Anyway, they decided to have a festival celebrating the winds and they thought that St. Paul’s 7 hills was the perfect spot. And alas, King Boreas declared it so! Let the celebreations begin.
My, but of course, he has an enemy: Vulcanus Rex who is the god of Fire who was tireless in his pursuit of resisting the carnival. Of course he was, what’s a legend without an evil enemy!
So for 10 days, the people celebrated cold and bitter temperatures and blustery winds. When Vulcanus Rex and his Krewe stormed the castle (“Have fun stormin’ the castle!” Name that movie) and demanded the king leave.
Upon the wisdom of the Queen to keep the peace, King Boreas left only to come back the next winter.
And there you have it. We Mineesotans are crazy! But at least we have a blast being so!