Snow

I lived in Flagstaff as a child with my Mom from 1st grade to 3rd grade and again during college for four years. While in college a friend of mine transferred from NAU to UofA and I asked him if he missed Flagstaff. He told me "I miss the snow, but I don't miss being cold, and I don't miss being wet." That struck a chord and I think it's when I realized I wasn't meant to live in a cold climate, and I was destined to move back to somewhere with 110 degree summer days.

I am back in Flagstaff this weekend for Elias' 6th birthday celebration. For the first time in my life I have actually purchased clothing suitable for playing in the snow. I have bibs, snow boots, a ski jacket with a waist wrap and cool glove thumb hole things, and snow gloves. It's amazing.

I went out tonight with Elias and Eva in our full snow apparatus and we tromped through 18 inch snow, built a snowman, had a miniature snowball fight and rolled around in it like we were at the beach. Snow is a LOT more enjoyable when you don't have ice cold wetness seeping into your socks and frozen fingers. It was a lot like being at the beach actually, except everything was harder to do and I felt like a fireman all bundled up.

It's not enough to make me change my mind about living in the desert and wearing shorts everywhere, but I can see how people could live here now. :) I'm glad I have my snow gear.