there was noway a plow could pile the white stuff that high. So I'm sitting there looking at the pile and I just couldn't help but think how much fun it would be to climb it. I walked over to it and started to climb the thing. It's pretty daunting to be about 10 feet up off the ground on a pile of snow with another 10 feet to go. After about 3 minutes I made it to the top much to the delight of a young family who had stopped to watch me reach the top. What started as a trip to the store for a dozen roses ended up being a mini adventure of a sort. I love these kind of diversions.Now as I drove by the pile this morning on my way in all I could think was how great a snow fort that pile could be if I had my shovel handy. I hate to drive in the snow but I love to play in it.
Author's note: That pic is not one of the actual pile. The actual pile I wrote about is actually bigger than that one. I'll take pics later.
8 comments:
But... you didn't plant a flag on the top. Get back up there...
omg so much fun, I want to play
Aaaaaaaw! You bought her flowers! I love flowers!
You're still such a boy at heart.....good for you KOW.
Shoulda dared that young family to play king of the mtn with ya though.
haaaa lets play king of the mountain!!!
I remember my father plowing the snow when I was a kid and we used to have piles stacked higher than the roof on our house. I use to be king of the mountain, then my brother would push me down the mountain!!!
When I was a kid I used to love playing king of the mountain on top of the huge snow piles at the end of our culdesac. I was always faster than my brother...so I was always king and he was always peasant. Ah....life was good back then.
I have seen plenty of piles like that around here being a New Englander.
Course as of tonight, most of that is pretty much gone with the unseasonable warm temps we have been experiencing these past 4 days. I love it though, 55 degrees in February for the Northeast. Yea baby!!!
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