I live where 87 heads into the mountains. One hour is all it takes to get me from 80-degree-paradise to you’re-to-old-for-the-cold. I’ve taken that trip exactly 0 times (although I’ve been to the Grand Canyon when there was a foot and a half of snow on the ground and the temperature was 17 degrees with a 40 MPH wind).
Today pumpkins, tomorrow squash…