I love the first major storm of the season all the browns go away, replaced by a splendid hue of white. I don’t mind shoveling after the first storm…I don’t mind driving in the first storm - I love preparing at the grocery store for the first snow storm.
Then of course I start to gear up for this seasons skiing. I have not switched to the dark side as of yet [snowboarding] and I am more than ready to head up to Jay Peak in VT for their lovely, western-like snow in another week.
So - anyone else love snow and the first major snow storm of the year? I live on the coast of Connecticut and we usually get a slurry of wet sleet and snow, but I have a feeling this will be more of the white stuff and less of the salty glurge we tend to get!
Seven years in Alaska made me loathe the lousy stuff. Bah! My wife loves it, and keeps hoping we’ll get another white Christmas, but I am quite content to leave it up in the mountains where it belongs, far away from me.
My wife and I lived in Atlanta for years, and one of the things that excited me about our move to Knoxville back in 1999 was the possibility of having more snow.
It’s snowed three times since I’ve been here, and only once hard enough so that driving would be a concern. :rolleyes:
Of course, one of the snows was on Christmas day. And our 1 year-old hated it.
Snow is like rocking-horse shit in these parts. We got two days with snow in February, which settled to a depth of about an inch and a half and melted within a few hours each time.
I’m not much of a global warming tub-thumper, but snowy winters in England seem to be more or less extinct. The last “below average” winter, temperature-wise, was 1995-96 I believe.
Having said that, the last couple of mornings have been very pretty and wintry-looking thanks to thick hoar-frost. It got down to about -5C (23F) overnight. The fact that this is noteworthy says it all, really…
I’m in Minnesota, and I love snow, especially the first one.
With light fluffy snow, I like shoveling my driveway after dark. All the sounds are muffled. The house and street lights glimmer on the snow. It’s even better if the clouds have moved on and I’m shovelling my moonlight. Every time I breath, there is a puff of fog that floats away.
I like the way that the first real snow covers up the greys and browns with a blanket of bright white. The end of November / early December can get depressing, with all that grey.
I like watching the neighbor kids build snowmen and forts in their front yard. Maybe I should build a fort in my yard and challenge them to a snowball fight.
I DON’T like having to get up early to shovel out the end of the driveway, where the snowplow has deposited 12 inches of heavy slush that has since frozen into a solid barrier.
I love driving on newly fallen snow for the same reason. It muffles all sound.
When I was a younger child than I am now, I used to have a paper route. My absolute best memory was Christmas morning with fresh snow on the ground. I woke up at 3am to the sound of the delivery van dropping the load of newpapers at the end of my driveway. I bundled up, went outside to several inches of snow on the ground. I loaded the newspapers on my bicycle.
It was completely silent. No birds. No people. No cars. I rode my whole route, the world completely silent, my tires muffled by the snow. That day I left my house, delivered all my papers, and arrived home two hours later. I did not see a moving car nor a person the entire time. It’s as if someone had clicked the world’s “off” switch, and it was all mine.
I’ll never forget it.
Now, of course, I sitll love snow. But then I plow it
Phlosphr does not speak for all of us. Please keep that shit over by him, and far away from where I have to share the road with maniacs who love nothing more than gliding past me on a sheen of snow and ice at 90mph causing me to soil myself with just about the same velocity.
I hate snow. Snow is God’s marker to show where people aren’t supposed to live. We are a tropical species and screwing with nature is never cool. I have to drive to pick up my baby daughter this afternoon in a car without snow tires down treacherous roads. The snow beast is like a Mafia bully sitting in the passenger seat with a gun pointed at me that keeps repeating that if I make one wrong move, we will all die. I too embrace global warming in all of its majestic glory.
I’ve always liked snow, even in college in Wisconsin because I walked everywhere and the sidewalks were always cleared right away, especially on campus. Then I moved to Colorado, where it would snow 10" but be gone in a few days due to warmth and sunshine.
Lately, however, that seems to have changed. Tonight we are expecting our third snowfall this week, another 2-4" on top of the 8" we got on Sunday and the 4" we got on Tuesday. There hasn’t been enough time or warmth to melt, and since plowing is sporadic and salt is not used except on major streets in Denver, the roads have developed a nice icy washboard surface. Do not like.
A white Christmas is a wonderful thing, but so is golfing in January.
I haaaaaaaaaaaate the cold, but I’d rather deal with -20F than an inch of snow any day. The cold sucks, but the snow makes my life hell. Just getting to work becomes a task of herculean proportions. Fuck snow.
I love to look at the white blanket all over the place and to see all the different animal tracks going through the property and listen to the quiet that comes when snow is muffling most sounds. If it gets too deep, a farmer just north of me gets out on his tractor and clears all the driveways from his house south to his daughter and son-in-law. And I’m in there, too! Even so, when it gets really slick, I can get stuck in the driveway. That’s a good sign that driving is too treacherous for me to go anywhere; time to light a fire, put on some coffee and read.
Me too. I think that snow is the most beautiful thing I loathe.
I skipped work Monday last week because we got 8" and the town didn’t bother to plow. None of my coworkers who live in my town made it in, either. Then it snowed again this Monday too, and the drive in sucked. We’ve already had more snow than I’d want and it isn’t even winter yet
We got a great first snowfall last week - just a couple of inches and just perfect for the kids to make snowballs and snow angels. It took my 5 year old and his buddy more than half an hour to walk one block home from school. Such fun!
I have a sledding date set up for Saturday - we found a fantastic, unused hill last year and need to assess it for the upcoming season. I’m hoping to get a XC ski pass for this season, and snow means Wolf Tracking season!
I love the idea of snow. Because the area where I live is semi-arid yet intensively farmed, precipitation is a matter of success or failure for my friends and family. I’m a fourth-generation Coloradoan and have lived most of my life out here on the plains, but have never been on a pair of skis. As I drive on it, shovel it, melt it off of my porch and scoop it out of my rain gutters, I keep muttering to myself, “It’s good for the farmers, it’s good for the farmers, it’s good for the farmers.”
