Wandering in Walhalla

As I sit here writing, the windchill outside is a bone-chilling -14°F. I’m bundled in a blanket debating whether I should ask to borrow the space heater. Despite living in North Dakota for nearly four years, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the relentless wind and the frigid wind chill that comes with it. Growing up in North Carolina, winter felt entirely different. Snow was a rare an...