I was beginning to think that we wouldn’t get any more this year. Seven inches at Rachel’s house, although my little brother got 22” at my house (little blighter!). It made for some great sledding after we got my car shoveled out. Rachel’s little brother Noah took me to their sledding hill, but there was a stream running across our track.
Rather than give up, we decided to bridge it with sticks and other debris we could scrounge up. We ended up building a series of three dams upstream to slow the water down. After piling a bunch of snow on top of the sticks, it packed down and worked surprisingly well. Of course, we ran into the big tree a couple times, Noah missed the bridge entirely and landed in the mud, but it was a lot of fun.
Nothing like snow to bring out the child in you.
