Running in Jackson Hole is extraordinarily beautiful, it’s true, but there’s something about Minneapolis … I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until today. And then I realized: it’s winter. In Jackson, people are already, right at this moment, WISHING for winter (you know who you are). They love it. They long for it. In Minneapolis, people brave the winter. It’s a part of their pride and identity. But it’s no joy-filled funfest, that’s for sure. So when it’s summer here, when this lake is surrounded by people, there’s a palpable happiness. It carries you along.
It lasts for about nine weeks, so enjoy it, people.