The day we got to Chicago was warm - unseasonably warm. Melting snow and ice had formed these huge ice structures, and the 45F temperatures had everything dripping. When we planned to go to Chicago in December, I was worried about being cold as we wandered around. When that got rescheduled to February, I was even more worried about temperatures. But we wandered around the entire weekend feeling overdressed and warm, not even needing hats or scarves through most of it.
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