Losing Winter. When I was a kid some 50 years ago I remember the cold. Even in those years when the snows came late, the ground was usually frozen rock hard well before the winter solstice, and a fall while roughhousing with a friend or sibling would leave you bruised. Every park had an outdoor skating rink, lit well into the evening, where it was pretty much guaranteed to have good ice all winter, most years. It rarely rained in winter, and the snowpack was dependable enough for consistent skiing. And that was in the Twin Cities.