St. Paul has once again arrived at the 11-day coup d'état known as the Winter Carnival. Undergirded by a rococo 19th-century legend in which globe-trotting monarch King Boreas and his benevolent brothers (the gods of the four winds) domicile over the fair city, the carnival marks St. Paul's annual retreat from prim responsibility into bacchanalia — legendary dance parties, spirit-guzzling, feasting, and family-friendly ice-skating and pony rides.
Like pioneers erecting corn palaces to seek favor from the god of maize, St. Paulites appease their wintry overlords by donning animal-fur garb, howling at the moon and illuminating the night sky with explosives. They search for medallions in the snow and gaze enrapt at crystalline ice sculptures. Eventually, if tradition holds forth, King Boreas' reign comes to an end when the Vulcans — his sworn nemeses — overthrow the wintry warlock on the steps of the James J. Hill Library.
So, question: Why, in midwinter for the past 129 years, has St. Paul shucked off its staid demeanor and lost its mind?
"We just have Minnesota pride, that's all," says 2015's Klondike Kate.
"It's really like a giant play," said Tony Mahmood, a seasoned Vulcan, "and everyone has a part."
"Some people want to know what the heck this thing is," said St. Paul Mayor Chris Coleman. "Well, as Minnesotans we have an ambivalent attitude about winter. It's kind of like seeing your family on Thanksgiving. It's nice to see you, let's have some pumpkin pie, thanks for stopping by, now get outta here. That's the Winter Carnival."
Venturing into downtown St. Paul during the carnival is lurking into the white-hot flame of winter itself. Some Minnesotans may wait until the mighty Vulcans not only have restored meteorological decency but also quelled the beast-child aroused in Pig's Eye. But for those brave enough, here's a list of events or people we strongly encourage you to stay away from. (And make sure to wear your mittens.)
Klondike Kate
"Having stalked … no, not stalked, but followed the Kates for so many years, I really wanted to join them," said Shelley Brown, 2015's recently crowned Klondike Kate, the carnival's mistress of fun, frivolity and good fellowship.