There are all different kinds of snow.
There is the icy, crystally kind that hurts your cheeks when it drives down out of the sky and the impossibly fluffy kind that falls out of the sky in feathery clumps that compact into almost nothing by morning. There are the super cold drifts that squeak beneath your boots and the terrible warmed and refrozen kind that is really just snow shaped ice covering the ground.
The best kind, that never seems to come around as often as you hope, is the wet pack-able kind. This snow, that snowballs and snowmen are made of, shows up on warm days. And those days, when the snow is debating disappearing altogether but hasn’t yet given up it’s hold, those are the days for sledding.
The track becomes hard and packed so you fly down the hill.
And between the climb of the hill and the warmth of the day everyone can stay out for hours.
The soft snow that might be turning to slush at the bottom is forgiving of crash landings. It will melt on your face and your clothes, until snow pants start to sag with the weight of it.
It takes a certain kind of day, a certain type of warmth, a certain amount of snow and a perfect hill.
Not just any white stuff will do…
…if you are looking for…
… a perfect day on the hill.
This looks so much fun! Great photos 🙂
Loved every single line and image. Thanks for sharing the perfect white stuff!