We love snow and spent the first fifteen years of our married life in the snow country of British Columbia, Canada. Dan likes it so much that he doesn’t mind shoveling it!

And then, several years later, we spent a year and a half in Portland, Oregon where it only rained. We went on excursions to Mt. Hood to play in the snow, but that just wasn’t the same as having it available right out your door.

When we moved to Ekalaka, Montana, we arrived between two storm systems. They already had two or three feet of snow on the ground and were pretty tired of it by this time. The day after we arrived, it clouded over and began to snow. We called it a blizzard, but the residents were unimpressed and said it was only a “light wind.”

I’ll never forget the sight of two young people who arrived at our door amidst a swirling, blowing snow storm and asked Brian and Sherry if they would like to go down to the restaurant for an ice cream cone!

Our kids were in heaven. They built a snowman, sledded, shoveled, and made snow angels.