An old friend of mine who now spends winters in Florida used to ski with me quite a lot. In fact, our families spent many winter vacations and weekends in the New England countryside.
When he turned into a snowbird and headed south for half the year, I asked him, “What about skiing?” Would he go up to the Rockies (as many Florida skiers do) for a winter vacation? Wouldn’t he miss the regular skiing weekends that seemed to tie our winters together in a way that made me, anyways, dread the melting season, the appearance of green soft patches on the slopes?
He said, “No, I think of skiing as just an activity that gets Northerners through winter.”
Oh, the heresy! The outrage! And all these years I thought this guy was, like me, a lifelong ski nut.