Change of heartOkay, after obtaining

Change of heart

Okay, after obtaining some snow pants and ski boots, I went out into the howling blizzard to place my geocache.

I felt like a frisky eskimo!

Snow pants. They are crucial. I climbed up 8 foot hills of snow mounded up at the ends of people's driveways and slid down. At the end of the street where it hits the beach, I plunged thigh deep through the snow and it felt so interesting and soft and powdery! Lying down or even just letting myself fall straight backwards into the very relaxing couch of snow perfectly molded to the shape of my body. I wish beds could be that way.

When I was little it was great fun to walk to school in the snow and slide down these hills, though some people would get grumpy if you got the snow back onto their walkways.

Some guys down the street piled up all their snow in their tiny chain link fenced front yard, went up on the first story roof, and jumped off into the giant snowbank. I went and talked to them and they sounded just like Brooklyn. Exotic fun!