Growing up near McCall, Idaho, our winters were long and the snow was deep...Six feet on the level, covering fences, winter started in November and the snow lasted through April...That was the norm...Temperature could drop to -40º for days on end and if the snow was just right a crust would form on top, so solid that it would hold up horses and sleigh...So it was possible, at that time, to ride on the sleigh, going over top of fences as if they didn't exist...A foot or more of snow overnight was common and if the storm was accompanied with wind our road would be drifted shut and our only way to the outside world was by sleigh...We lived on a county road, 3 miles from a main highway, a small mercantile and the postoffice...County road equipment in those days was minimal and before the road crew could get the roads passable, another storm would come through, dumping more snow...As an 8 year old child, I was in a dream world, not realizing what it took for my parents to keep our house warm, pipes from freezing, animals fed and watered and food on our table...Growing up in that world, I learned to love a snow storm as long as I was safe, warm and surrounded by love.
Not sure where I was going with that story, just a memory sparked by a foot of snow on the ground and possibly more on the way...I am concerned about the ice storm in Portland and the Columbia Gorge and our kids making the trip to Joseph for Christmas...Guess I have a love/hate relationship with snow and winter....Hugs To All...OWAV:)
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