The first real snowfall of the season started late last night. This morning I woke to the neighbor's high pitched little snow mover thing. I don't think that it qualifies as a snow blower/thrower like we have. That purchase was a consequence of moving to a state that has frequent snowfalls of the heavy moist nature.
The stuff here seems to be more fluffy and puffy, akin to the snow I experienced living in the Rocky mountain west. It is easy to brush off your car, and the only bad thing about it is that your tire tracks compress it and make it difficult to remove from the driveway if you are using a conventional shovel.
I love how it seems more quiet when there is a nice snowfall going strong. I know most of that has to do with the lack of cars on the road, but when machinery is not working and ruining my chill with motor noises, it is still and idyllic.
Shovels do not seem to bother me. The rhythmic scraping can be soothing. This is best heard from a fair distance. If you are closer and hear heavy breathing, and possibly swearing, that just ruins everything.
Today I got decked out in my winter duds, and grabbed the snow shoes to take them out for a test drive. It is funny how so many things are easier to get than take off. I got the technique down, but decided that I had chosen the wrong boots. I will probably go for a little walk tomorrow as well. Or maybe I will switch to the throwback wooden Ojibwa style snowshoes. They are more difficult to fasten and release than the aluminum variety, so that will take a bit more planning...... Yuck, planning.
It will be worth it to get more time playing in the snow!
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