Little known fact: I love a good snow storm.
Ok, so that might sound a little absurd to anyone living in the northeast this winter, so let me revise: I love a good winter storm…in moderation. But the underlying truth remains: the imminent threat of a snow down on central Iowa tends to keep me up at night like an eight-year-old on Christmas Eve. And while in past years we’ve had our fair share of the white stuff, this year our snow days have been few and far between.
In fact, so far in between that I had to go out-of-state to get my first real taste of snow this year…
…when 18” of fresh Utah powder arrived in the middle of an annual ski trip I was fortunate enough to be a part of again this year!
At times it was snowing so hard that almost a 1/2-inch of new snow covered us in the short amount of time it took to ride the chair lift up the mountain.
(Note: This was the same trip on which I ended up stuck in Wyoming for three extra days back in 2012. Well known fact: I did not love a good snow storm that year.)
However, unlike last time, the snow fell in the middle of our trip rather than the end…allowing plenty of time for the roads and tarmac to clear before heading back home later in the week 😉
Meanwhile, back home in Iowa we enjoyed mitten-less afternoons outdoors on 55-degree days…
…a mid-winter tease that had spring feeling a lot closer than it really was. But in the back of our minds, Missy and I both knew the other shoe would eventually drop, and as February rolled around, boy did it ever.
Four inches turned into 14 inches by the time our first storm of 2015 wrapped up, leaving the city shrouded in a thick blanket of powder we hadn’t seen in quite some time.
The girls and I immediately tried to enjoy the freshly fallen spoils…
…but the bitter cold and whipping winds kept us inside sipping on our hot cocoa’s for most of the week that followed.
Finally, the sun came out and warmed things up for a family romp in the snow just in time for the weekend. Snowman building, snow tunnel digging, and bunny hill sledding ensued!
The crew even convinced me to go back out for round two the following day, but by then it was just a rainy, slushy mess.
But we had to go…Apparently, our snowman needed a new set of teeth 😀
As much as I enjoyed skiing the fresh powder on some of the most spectacular hills in the west, I’ll take a powder day with these crazy girls…
…any day of the week.