Storm of the Century. Snowmaggedon. Snowpocalypse 2011. Whatever. Schools closed Tuesday and failed to reopen the rest of the week. It was a pretty impressive snowfall...er...snowGUST, what with 45 mile an hour north winds. There was no falling of any snow. Which led to some pretty impressive drifts. Let's take a look, shall we?
"Hey Rachel and Andy, get up on that drift so I can take photos of you!"
"Rachel, see if you can dig yourself into the drift...that would make a fun photo." Keep in mind that the local news anchors have been warning us about the dangers of The Drifts. But they also give us step by step visuals of how to put your gloves on properly, so really, who listens to them?
"Hey look Andy, you're taller than Rachel! Great shot, now I'm cold, let's go." It was a mere 4 degrees outside, with a windchill somewhere around -15. Not. Even. Kidding.
"What do you mean, your foot is stuck? It's snow for crying out loud. Get out. Your boot is stuck? Sheesh, stop being a girl and get out of the drift. I'm cold."
"Seriously, Rachel. Hurry it up."
"For the love of all things below zero, will you stop goofing around and get out. I'm getting tired of this nonsense. You know, this is exactly why you don't go playing around in The Drifts...you never know when one of them is going to swallow you up." Please note that her brother isn't doing squat to help his big sister; in fact, I bet he's helping to pack the snow around her even more.
"Fine, leave the boot behind. Sheesh, you're going to have to come back and dig the boot out later, you know. Not going to leave a perfectly good boot out here for all the hobos to snatch up." Because there are a lot of hobos in Yukon.
"What the blankety blank? Are you not wearing socks? Are you kidding me? What? The sock is stuck in the boot? Are you kidding me? Do you know how cold it is out here?" If she didn't at that point, she sure did within seconds of the bare foot hitting the air.
I didn't take photos of her hobbling home on one foot, because I was her crutch. Because that's the kind of mom I am - I help support my kids when they realize the consequences of their poor choices.
Or, actually, after I take plenty of photos of the consequences of doing what your mother says...sigh. It was like a good Calvin and Hobbes strip.
Kristin, I LOVE YOU! As usual C asks me if I am talking with my computer friend that she met. "You know mom, the one you laugh with a lot."
ReplyDeleteNext time this drift appears, why not dig into it at ground level and make a snow room in it. We did it as kids in Minnesota and had a ball. If it fell in on us, it was only a foot or so to the outside, so we'd just stand up! Good time was had by all!
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