One very cold winter in Calgary I wore jogging pants under my ankle length skirt. I had the pants tucked into my tall boots so no one could tell I was wearing them. In the process of helping get a car out of a snowbank, during service with a couple of older brothers in the car group, I slipped and fell. My father was told to tell me that my attire was inappropriate and not to wear pants again. My Dad thanked them and told me to wear what I needed to stay warm and next time let the brothers dig the cars out.
Moral of the story, the brothers can wear what ever they need to stay warm, but sisters need to literally freeze their bumms off.
Pioneering in Calgary was not fun.
Bobbi