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bloodyrosemccoy ([personal profile] bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2011-01-04 11:39 am
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The Many Moods Of Snow

Y'know, that old adage about how The Eskimoes Have Like TEN THOUSAND Words For Snow, Man, is as distorted as most of those old adages, but it is true that there are different kinds of snow.

Today we got the rare fuzzy snow.

I mean it. It actually looks like goose down coming out of the sky. My car looked like a tribble with tires till I brushed it off.

I just don't get how people can live in places without four seasons. The seasons are just so INTERESTING!

[identity profile] padparadscha.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd always run out of snow ideas pretty fast, too, although there was that one glorious year with the snowforts in the driveway.

Since we are a snowy place, our schools offered weekly ski classes in winter. I quit those after a while because I got sick of snow in my pants, but they did allow me to enjoy one of my favorite winter activities, which was riding the ski lift and looking out at the black and white world of snowy alpine forests. I decided I should stick with my ABSOLUTE favorite snow activity, though, which is sitting inside snuggled in a blanket with a mug of something hot knowing that the snow is out THERE and I am in HERE.

[identity profile] sofish-sasha.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Downhill skiing is pretty much the only sport I enjoy, probably because I find it quite easy. 1: Point skis in right direction. 2: Let gravity do the rest. :D There are no good hills where I live though, bah.

[identity profile] gwalla.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It seems that way until you take a wrong turn and end up on a black diamond course your first time down a mountain and find yourself plummeting at something near terminal velocity.

[identity profile] sofish-sasha.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I've done that once, actually. It was a very cold, windy day, and for some reason the lift I was going up in stopped, and stayed still for 20 minutes or so. When I finally got to the top all I could think of was getting to the warm hut at the bottom of the (small) mountain, so I hit the nearest slope and went in a straight line down what I only later found out was a black diamond.

Wasn't so bad, actually. :)

[identity profile] westrider.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I decided I should stick with my ABSOLUTE favorite snow activity, though, which is sitting inside snuggled in a blanket with a mug of something hot knowing that the snow is out THERE and I am in HERE.

Amen! Preach it sister!