Yesterday, snow fell and drifted continuously throughout the day and night, covering our part of New Hampshire with more than 2 feet of snow! Upon waking, we peeked outside through the door to see how much had accumulated overnight.
Colin and Owen were the only ones who could fit through, so we sent them outside to shovel the door out! Beyond the glass pane, there was a whole new world to explore (and big trucks to watch). Thankfully, we only lost Owen once (picture below – top right corner)!
I was snowshoeing alone down a hill (to compact the snow to create a sledding hill for the boys, of course!), and I fell face first into 3 feet of drifted snow. I should mention that since I was also taking photographs, I wasn’t wearing gloves. To stand up, I had to roll (with snow shoes that had buckles – not quick release), and push myself up – which meant I had to place my bare hands into the snow – which went up past my shoulder! On my way up, I lost a snow shoe, but my hands were so numb that I couldn’t get it back on. I hiked all the way home, with my right foot sinking deep to the ground (and tears rolling down my cheeks from the pain in my bare skin – and perhaps a hurt ego). Hours later, my hands are still sore!
Playing in the snow is so much fun, but honestly, this much snow is a little too much to handle. I know that my favorite part of the wicked big storm was coming back inside for warm, homemade cinnamon buns – I think Colin would agree!
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