I came to Fort Drum in 2007, straight out of flight school in Alabama — sunshine one week, the North Country in full winter the next. If you're PCSing here from somewhere warm, I know exactly the shock that's coming.
The night before I was supposed to report to my new unit, two feet of snow fell. I was new, I didn't know the rhythm of the place yet, so at 5:30 in the morning I called my First Sergeant and asked if there was a late work call because of all the snow.
"We do PT in this shit, sir. Be there for PT formation."
That was my welcome to the 10th Mountain Division. And honestly, it told me everything. This is a division that doesn't blink at weather that would shut down most of the country. The standard doesn't move because it's cold.
Here's the honest part for your family: the winter is real. It's long, it's heavy, and nobody should sugarcoat it. But you adapt faster than you think, the summers up here are genuinely spectacular, and the North Country grows on you. I lived off Route 37 out near the Willowbrook golf course, and four years later I understood why people who serve here end up loving it.