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It was in January, I think. I was studying in my room at my desk facing the window. Though the ancient Mesopotamians were introducing farming into the Golden Crescent, my eye was distracted by the fattest snowflakes I had ever seen, as big as tea saucers, and falling fast--already a thick pillow had formed on the sill.

I shut the book and tiptoed downstairs past my parents' room where they were watching a show with canned laughter that thankfully covered me down the creaking stairs. I put on my gear, grabbed the leash from the closet, and woke up Hoss, our St. Bernard. "Hey, boy, let's take a walk!" Hoss slobbered in agreement as he rose to his magnificent size, as big as a pony.

We spent the next two hours running--Hoss pulling all the way--through neighborhoods where I had never been before, glimpsing the cozy lives of the people living in gingerbread houses decked out in white frosting, past trees like marshmallows. The world was transformed, the grimy streets purified and empty of traffic, people, all noise but the swishing sound our feet made as we left fresh tracks in the perfect tea saucer snow.

When we got back home, I was surprised to see that we had been gone so long--it felt like minutes.

The next day I went to school and learned some things that I have now forgotten, but I will always remember those two hours of perfection, many years ago.

[ August 28, 2002, 04:02 PM: Message edited by: nolo ]
post #2 of 7
Great story Nolo. I could almost feel the snow! [img]smile.gif[/img]
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
No, no, too stale.
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty delta day.
No, no, doesn't conjure "snowy."

We arrived at Kratka Ridge thick with snow and slid to a stop against a tree taking the tubes from the trunk and filling them with air before the short hike to the top from where we pushed off and down we went past trees and boulders me soon enough off the tube glissading on my ass and backwards toward a date with something hard and it was going to hurt but what a way to go.
What a way to stop smack against a petrified tree trunk MY KNEE increasingly growing and damn it hurts and how in the hell am I going to get out of this canyon in thigh-deep snow one knee the size of a football and some fool still high on the hill where his tube had stopped where he stood laughing at me and my hobbling ascent MY KNEE on fire.
Laid up two weeks thank gawd for vicodin and for keeping an eye on my stupidity and running interference i owe you one big time.
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Ok - this happened enough times that no particular date stands out:

In usually late March to mid April - we would get many days of 2-4' (thats feet) of fresh snow happening every day, during a period when there was nobody to track it up. Usually most prevalent during March-April. Often WEEKS of that much snow nearly every single day. You could drop into backcountry terrain, with a snowcat to tow you back to the ski area for free. Skiing fresh tracks, in deep fresh snow, every day, all day, for weeks in a row. At Wolf Creek in Colorado.
post #5 of 7
Yo, Nolo. Where on US 89 do you live?
post #6 of 7
Yeah, like EXACTLY.
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Rio, it takes me an hour to get to Bridger. It's a nice drive.
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