Wednesday, March 15, 2017
I know people getting slammed by Stella are griping about having to shovel out of the current snowstorm but snow people like myself are quite jealous. The only time this season we had to snowshoe was our Christmas week in Vermont and that was last year so you know, we've had NOTHING this winter season in my neck of the woods. Many days, I find myself checking out the trails at Trapp Family Lodge where we snow shoed in Vermont.
One day in early January, I actually sat there for 20 minutes watching this little girl gleefully play by herself in the snow. It made me so happy, I actually screenshot it...
A couple of times she flopped down and made snow angels, snow balls that she tossed in the air and then took her little spoon sled she's throwing around and attempted to sled a 12 inch "hill" by the yurt on the right. I sat there watching her with tears in my eyes so happy at that freedom she had. I prayed that she was enjoying that moment and would remember it when she's my age. That's what snow is all about for me. It represents that childhood innocence. The excitement of a snow day off school when you bundled up in your snowsuit and played until you had the cold sweats, a runny nose and numb fingers. A time when you'd watch the snow fall and think of the fun you'd have, not gripe about the long commute to work and the idiots who don't know how to drive in it. A time when you looked at the weather through the eyes of a child and not as a jaded adult.
Of course yesterday I had to check out the trails as Stella made her way in. I gasped at the sight.
Early in and they already have a base. You know what we have? Nothing. Again. You know I'm desperately jonesing for a way to talk the Mr into driving out there Friday morning, shoeing on Saturday and then making the long drive back Sunday. He'll never go for it especially since we're going on our getaway a few days later but still, it's nice to dream. It's nice to think of showshoeing up to the chapel again and ringing the bell in victory. It's nice to think of how the wind never touched us because we were sheltered by the tall trees from it as we were on the trail. Or to laugh as we blinked off the snowflakes that stayed on our nose and eyelashes. I miss that so much.
So if you're in the path of Stella and find yourself groaning about more snow to shovel (one of our favorite cardio activities by the way. We literally fight over who gets to do it when it snows and yes, if we lived closer to you, we'd totally come by and do it for you), think of the people like us. People who just want to slide on their thermals, put on their balaclavas and thick gloves and act like kids in the snow. Get out there and be a kid again yourself...adulthood can wait an hour.
Do you have snow where you are?
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