Let It Snow!

Friday, Mother Nature dumped 5+ inches of snow on the upper Midwest. Ah, a snowstorm! FINALLY! It's the middle of January, and the first snowstorm of the year has been long overdue. Classes weren't cancelled, of course, because classes are never cancelled when all of the students live walking, trudging, traying, or blundering distance away. What's a little bit of snow? Well, it got Physical Plant off their lazy bumms and for once, I think they plowed every road and sidewalk on campus... Not just the ones people never use. Of course, on the second day, who would think of plowing again? No one... The parking lots are still a mess. In order to prove that they were doing something productive, the Physical Plant people, in their Carhart overalls and choppers loaded dump trucks with the snow from the numerous 10 foot high drifts created the previous day and removed it to an undisclosed location.

With all the beautiful powder, I took the liberty of going snowboarding. Though the hill wasn't very big, (it DEFINITELY wasn't a mountain!) it was bigger than a glorified garbage dump. But then, I've only seen one real garbage dump before. $52 secured a rental board and a lift ticket for me. *I couldn't even get a lift ticket for that price in Colorado right now!* And that's all there is to say about it. I went snowboarding in Minnesota. I got bored after 2 1/2 hours, I went down every run on the hill at least twice, beating the chairlift down every time, and by the time I was done, I could not feel my rear hindquarters. The snow pants I borrowed from a very kind person were too small, and I could not get them buttoned, but they kept falling down, and the sweatpants I was wearing kept falling down too. So, when I got in the shower, my cold and clammy bumm turned bright red and started tingling. TMI? hehe! I wasn't wearing goggles today, which is nice. No goggles burn. My pink and ruddy cheeks don't really hint at sunglasses tan.

Tomorrow, the outdoor amusement while the snow lasts is to borrow a cafeteria tray and go sliding down the hill. The fun part is trying to stop before you hit State Highway 169. Sometimes trays don't obey stop signs.