It's Snowing again
As I sit and look out at the snow falling on my front yard I am trying to remember what warm weather was I thinking about when I chose to "retire" in Grand Junction. I say to myself "I'm getting too old for this #@&@."
It wasn't always that way. When I was growing up in southern Utah I loved the snow. Wanted it to snow forever. It would build up and build up until it was about chest high to me. Snow ball fights. Snow forts. And the HILL.
The HILL was on the main road leading up to Panguitch Lake. It would be closed in the winter due to deep snow. Which made it perfect for sledding.
It wasn't all that steep but it was about a mile and a half from top to bottom. You would not believe how many wipe outs you could have in a mile and a half.
Early on in the season when the snow was fresh and deep we would all gather with our Radio Flyer's and such and start the hike to the top of the hill. These days if I had to walk on level dry ground for a mile and a half I would be in intensive care. But the walk to the top of the hill was like a walk in the park to young legs.
Once at the top the flip of the coin to see who would go first. And away we went. Some sitting up like sissy's others laying flat in order to gain the most speed.
About half way down the road turned to the left and dropped into town. There was no danger of ending up in town but the road was usually plowed to that point and created a very sudden stop.
Usually we could only manage a couple of runs because the hike back up the hill was daunting. Sometimes my uncle or someone Else's uncle or brother would show up with a tractor and a long rope and provide a moving sled lift to the top and we could get 4 or 5 runs in. It was great.
Then we would all retire to the Bryce Canyon Cafe for hot chocolate.
Weekends in the winter were just fine.
Weekdays were the pits. We didn't have snow days back then. We were like the Post Office. We always made it to school. The bus drivers knew how to drive in the heavy snow. They were awesome. We hated them.
I remember staying outside in the winter until my ears hurt and my nose froze up. I would stand in front of the coal stove in our kitchen for an hour just to be able to get my frozen gloves off. These days if I walk from my warm car to my semi warm garage and dash into the house, I will stand in front of the heating register for an hour before my brain thaws to the point of coherent conversation.
It's snowing again. Global Warming...where are you when I need you? Damn, I'm getting too old for this #@&@.
It wasn't always that way. When I was growing up in southern Utah I loved the snow. Wanted it to snow forever. It would build up and build up until it was about chest high to me. Snow ball fights. Snow forts. And the HILL.
The HILL was on the main road leading up to Panguitch Lake. It would be closed in the winter due to deep snow. Which made it perfect for sledding.
It wasn't all that steep but it was about a mile and a half from top to bottom. You would not believe how many wipe outs you could have in a mile and a half.
Early on in the season when the snow was fresh and deep we would all gather with our Radio Flyer's and such and start the hike to the top of the hill. These days if I had to walk on level dry ground for a mile and a half I would be in intensive care. But the walk to the top of the hill was like a walk in the park to young legs.
Once at the top the flip of the coin to see who would go first. And away we went. Some sitting up like sissy's others laying flat in order to gain the most speed.
About half way down the road turned to the left and dropped into town. There was no danger of ending up in town but the road was usually plowed to that point and created a very sudden stop.
Usually we could only manage a couple of runs because the hike back up the hill was daunting. Sometimes my uncle or someone Else's uncle or brother would show up with a tractor and a long rope and provide a moving sled lift to the top and we could get 4 or 5 runs in. It was great.
Then we would all retire to the Bryce Canyon Cafe for hot chocolate.
Weekends in the winter were just fine.
Weekdays were the pits. We didn't have snow days back then. We were like the Post Office. We always made it to school. The bus drivers knew how to drive in the heavy snow. They were awesome. We hated them.
I remember staying outside in the winter until my ears hurt and my nose froze up. I would stand in front of the coal stove in our kitchen for an hour just to be able to get my frozen gloves off. These days if I walk from my warm car to my semi warm garage and dash into the house, I will stand in front of the heating register for an hour before my brain thaws to the point of coherent conversation.
It's snowing again. Global Warming...where are you when I need you? Damn, I'm getting too old for this #@&@.
posted by Rob | 11:27 AM
2 Comments:
You're too funny, honey. Made me laugh that all you kids hated that poor bus driver. I wonder what he thought of you guys. LOL
I was going to suggest Papa should go outside with Cameron tomorrow and build a big snowman. Maybe I'll hold off on that. xoxo
I hate the awesome bus drivers, too. Maybe if they didn't know how to drive in snow us teachers would get more snow days. :)
I remember loving the snow as a kid, because snow meant Christmas. Now snow just means having to get up early enough to scrape and start your car and then pray that someone doesn't steal it while you let it heat up.
I'm with you- I prefer the sun. And dry dry roads.
Unless it's Saturday- then it can snow. :)
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