The only thing worse than being the coldest place in Minnesota is being second-coldest.
The air hurts our faces and flash-freezes our nostrils and hangs icicles in our eyelashes. And insult to injury, this probably isn't even the coldest day any Minnesotan has ever braved.
That would be Feb. 2, 1996, when the Iron Range towns of Tower and Embarrass showed the rest of us how to go negative.
Tower won the race to the bottom, officially shattering all records as morning dawned bright and terrible and 60 degrees below zero.
In the subzero pandemonium, news crews and weather geeks descended on the Iron Range. Cold-weather campers pitched tents and watched frost creep up their sleeping bags. Somebody hammered nails into boards with a banana, because that is the sort of thing you can do when you're colder than Mars and Antarctica and the slopes of Mount Everest.
Eight miles down the road, the mercury was falling fast in Embarrass. Nestled deep in a valley of the Laurentian Divide, on the banks of the chilly Embarrass River, the town of 600 regularly records the coldest weather in the state. But the only thermometer that mattered that morning was the one in the official National Weather Service observation station in Roland Fowler's backyard.
And that morning, it was so cold that the mercury in the thermometer separated, ruining the reading.
Embarrass — town motto, "The Cold Spot" — had missed its shot at coldest spot.