Why It's Still Winter in Rexburg

I was texting Jenn the other night on my way back from San Francisco:

Me: We're in Donner Pass

Jenn: Please don't eat anyone. That's gross.

Me: I was thinking of sacrificing a married woman and then eating the roasted body parts as a pagan ritual to stop the winter in Rexburg.

Jenn: Ok. How do you say TMI!!! Yuck.

Me: You mean you don't want to join me?

Jenn: Not so much. It's yucky and I like chicken better.

Me: Oh well. I guess we'll just have to deal with winter for a while longer then.

Jenn: I think we can manage. Just wear layers.