WHITEOUT

White out snow is fantastic.  Driving or walking through it instantly brings back childhood memories.  Sledding, snowmobiling, building snow forts, winter time growing up was great.

I remember my brother, the artist he was, building a giant Bart Simpson head in the front yard.  It had to be six feet high by six feet wide.  I remember on snow days digging trails around the back yard for the dogs to run in.  I remember always trying, but never succeeding to build snow stairs up to our bedroom window.

I remember sledding down hills for hours, building ramps, walls, and moguls.  I remember surfing on those orange torpedo sleds.  I remember still trying to sled when March warmth was hitting and the snow wasn’t quite good enough anymore.

I remember snowmobiling with my dad, brother, and cousins. Wisconsin, Colorado, Michigan, even here in Illinois.  What a thrill!  I remember going for seemingly hours long rides, losing feeling in my toes, and stopping at some dinky shack in the middle of nowhere for hot chocolate and a burger.

Although these snow storms can be nasty, they sure do illicit great memories!