There are 17 Lutheran churches within a half a mile of you and you don't think that's odd or unusual.
You're 85 years old and you are still waiting for two sunny days together so you can cut and bale.
At least ten people in your family have or have had the last name of Kandoll, Wikkala, Elliott, or Larson. Or, all the members of your family are named Kandoll, Wikkala, Elliott, or Larson.
There's a loop on your belt to hang your chainsaw.
You live your life by the tides. In the old days if the tide was low you couldn't get into town, and today if the tide is high and the rain is plentiful you can't get out of it.
You never scoff at KM Mountain, the 760 ft "bunny slope" that turns into Mt. Everest whenever it feels like it.
You know what Lefse is.
You know the difference between blackberries and blackberries.
You know the difference between cute baby deer and cute baby elk, and you know that mama elk will eat your car.
You know that Finn Fest has nothing to do with sharks.
You pay way too much for internet that is way too slow, and you don't bother with a cell phone because it won't work anyway.
You know your neighbors.
You're part artist, farmer, and fisherman, and you once lived in Alaska...or wanted to.
And you know there's no gas in Frankfort.