One thing I want to mention about cold climates. I lived in the town called Wisdom,MOntana. It is very near the Big Hole Battlefield,where the sneaky calvary under Col.Gibbons decided to stealthily creep up in the tall grass upon a sleeping camp of Nez Perce Indians The sun was almost on the rise,and camp dogs were not yet aware of the marauding,rapacious,and homicidal soldiers. ANy way--the indians very quickly routed these shit ass American/Europeans,may of which survive today to kill young women and children in wars for control of oil and economic interests. I lived here for a year. It is typically one of the most mentioned cold spots in the lower 48 states,with temperatures falling 60 below zero. The town becomes socked in by heavy snows,and the community rides snowmobiles over the top of their drifted in 4 W Drives. Having lived this lifestyle ( the outhouse seat is remarkably cold for the first half a minute) I can say that women truly love you best when they are cold and begging for your body heat. It is something that brings people together,and it one of the most satisfying intimacies to be had with a woman. I have shaken my body spasmodically to create heat under the blankets for a reluctant woman--and never been so much loved and depended on for the security of heat. It is a wonderful,natural thing which I always loved-the same as splitting kindling at night to make a quick fire. This is s definite strength of a man-keeping his woman and family warm,and of all the things American women take for granted -this is one.