Spent first four years growing up in north Wisconsin. I remember getting geared up to go out to play in the snow was quite a production. Then once out the back door into the winter wonderland for a bit before I had to take a pee or whatever and it was back inside to reverse the process. My dad would flood the back yard to make a skating rink. I learned to skate pushing an old chair around. Then we moved to Arizona, Okinawa and the Philippines where there was little snow. Next was north to Alaska and over to New Hampshire for plenty of it. Back to the tropics on Guam and finally settling in Gulf Coast Texas. Every few years we get a little. Now I get my snow fix by visiting my brother in Colorado. Next week I head up there to do some snowshoeing in the mountains to overnight in a few 10th Mountain Division Association huts way up along the continental divide.
From a few years back when we were still cross country skiing.