DADDY MADE A PLAY SPACE
(Life underneath a good snowfall) –
I could have entitled this, yet once again: “Cooper RE-buried!” but I think Cooper’s Daddy took care to keep him un-buried.
That’s my grandson again, Cooper, pushing back the snow near his house. Aren’t they getting cabin fever yet? Aren’t they beginning to feel a little “suffocated”? But Cooper and his Daddy and Mommy claim that they love living in the high Sierras, right near where the Donner Party had so much trouble with the snow . . . . They claim they love the snow because then they have more to play in.
The base at upper Squaw Valley today is: 190 inches! How many feet is that?
This is pretty close to what Cooper’s back yard looks like:
Somehow, the kids find each other, even after a third or fourth week of six-foot snowfalls. Last weekend it was five.
Five feet. This is quite near Cooper’s neighborhood during a snowfall. I recognize those roads. I distinctly remember pushing him around in a baby stroller in that neighborhood — in the summer.
Wonder what it’s like to really “play” in all that snow? Well, before anyone can go skiing or snowboarding, they have to PLOW the slopes!
A Midwestern flatlander like me wonders why they have to plow up there on the peaks. This is why –
You can probably recognize what those are; they’re the lifts, the lift chairs – or the very tops of them. The snow is too deep for them to work until some of the snow is removed.
If you need help, the California Highway Patrol will come – or try to come –
Don’t hold your breath.
Better to stay inside your house –
(I’m pretty sure I pushed Cooper’s stroller past this house too.)
Can you have too much of a good thing?