I love:
-the eerie silence that falls over your part of the world when it's snowed heavily, when there are few hard surfaces left for sound to echo from and hardly any cars to disturb the peace
-being the first person to put your footprints in a patch of fresh snow
-when it's snowed really heavily and the trees have that cotton wool look about them
-when you're driving into it at night, not the actual driving part but the way the snow rushes towards your headlights and it looks like the bit in Star Wars when they go into hyperspace (or something like that: girl alert)
-the squashy feeling underfoot of walking on new snow
But I don't like:
-when it goes all grey and slushy from being trodden or driven on
-when it turns to ice
-that miserable, half melted phase when it's neither snowy nor clear.
I like it ,when you get up early. First person on the chair lift. Get off, up another lift. Then your on top of the mountain all on your own, the sun is shining and just beginning to warm up, it's still low on the horizon. stand and look around for five minutes at the view that goes on and on to the distant mountains covered in snow.
Poodle to the top of your favorite run, and just pole off down floating on a thin crust of powder that has no tracks on it.
Snow, what's not to like?
I like it ,when you get up early. First person on the chair lift. Get off, up another lift. Then your on top of the mountain all on your own, the sun is shining and just beginning to warm up, it's still low on the horizon. stand and look around for five minutes at the view that goes on and on to the distant mountains covered in snow.
Poodle to the top of your favorite run, and just pole off down floating on a thin crust of powder that has no tracks on it.
Snow, what's not to like?
And it's the best cure for a hangover Get to the bottom of something steep first run with your legs burning and your cheeks stinging from the cold and - hey presto - no hangover !
And it's the best cure for a hangover Get to the bottom of something steep first run with your legs burning and your cheeks stinging from the cold and - hey presto - no hangover !