Last night as we were getting into bed I did the mandatory weather app check.
“There’s a 30% chance of snow at 7am.” I said excitedly.
“Ah, that won’t amount to anything.” Chris said dismissively.
Though I knew he was probably right, the optimist in me wanted to believe it so I gave Chris strict instructions in the event of snow.
“If you wake up in the morning for work and you look outside and there’s snow I want you to come in here, jump on the bed and shout “SNOW DAY, SNOW DAY” over and over.” He rolled his eyes and gave me a sarcastic “ok” before giving me a kiss goodnight.
I awoke in the morning to the sound of Chris’ alarm, which seems to more be my alarm to wake Chris up. I gave him a loving kick and mumbled something about getting up. I heard him shuffling around and drifted back to sleep as he drearily went about his morning routine.
I was drifting in and out of my dreams. I could hear Chris’ voice pulling me out of my dream and into reality. I snuggled into my pillow tighter, trying to fight my way back into my dream.
“Babe, it’s snowing.”
“You’re a liar. Go away.” Yes, I am very pleasant in the morning.
“Ok, but it’s snowing and everything is white.” The realist in me knew he was probably just messing with me but the optimist in me, who is apparently a 5 year old child on Christmas morning, sent a surge of excitement through me and willed my heavy head to lift from the pillow and peek outside.
It wasn’t a dream, my husband was not the liar I had accused him of being, it really was snowing! I jumped up and made my way around the camper opening blinds and taking in the beautiful wintery scenes from every window. It was only a light dusting but it was the first snow of the season, and of Junior’s life. I considered the fun of bundling the boy up and seeing his face as we stepped out into the strange new powdery world. I was giddy as I began making coffee and cereal.
Junior was still sleeping soundly and, against my better judgement I began being louder and louder as I went about my work to try and get him to stir. But alas, he sleeps like his mother – dead to the world – and didn’t care that I had now opened the curtain on his bunk, turned the radio on, and turned the lights on. I climbed in his bunk and gently called his name. He smiled but never opened his eyes. Finally I began gently tickling him and he began laughing before he finally opened his eyes.
As I brought him to the window, he stood staring with a perplexed look on his face. He smiled and pointed then looked at me, wonder in his eyes. It was now time to power through breakfast, get dressed, and get out into the snow.
As Chris left that morning I asked him if it was wise to try and get to work in this weather. The roads have not been salted yet and the forecast suggested that the temperature wouldn’t get above freezing all day. This coupled with the fact that, to get to work, Chris had to go up the mountain before going back down the other side concerned me. Those icy winding roads flashed through my head and I asked him once more to stay home. But he shrugged it off, kissed me goodbye, and headed to work.
As I fed Junior his cereal he kept his eyes on the window and the flurries that whirled in the wind outside. It brought back a fond memory I have from my childhood. I remember waking early one winter morning at our home on Vancouver Island in Canada to my Mom gently waking me. As I rubbed my eyes, confused as to what was happening, she whispered that it was snowing and I ran to the window to see. I remember how magical our front yard looked with a white blanket of snow and the snowflakes silently drifting through the calm air. Though Junior won’t remember his first snow, it still makes me smile that maybe he has the same sense of wonder as he looks at the snow outside.
Just then, the door opened and Chris stepped in. Apparently after a few minutes of trying to get to work he had decided that it was in fact not sensible to attempt to go up the mountain in this weather. It was official – this was our first official snow day and we were snowed in.
After breakfast we all bundled up tightly, pulled on our boots, and headed out to explore the wintery scenes. Junior giggled with delight as Devon sprinted around happily through the snow and the leaves. Junior shrieked with delight and trudged through the snow and leaves after Devon.
We wandered down to the visitor’s center to say good morning to the ranger and the ladies that work there and grab some hot chocolate and coffee to warm up. Refueled, we set out to walk around the lake to get some pictures of the mountains. Though it wasn’t a heavy snow by any means, it was still a pretty scene with a light dusting and a gentle mist drifting through the peaks.
But about halfway round the cold wind really started whipping and Junior still hasn’t mastered the art of gloves. To him they are a cruel torture device that hinder his ability to grab, pick up, and explore with his favorite tools. His refusal to wear them, however, means that his hands quickly went numb and bright red, which led to tears and cries for warmth, so we rushed home to defrost with snuggles on the couch.
It’s now 11:30am and the snow is still coming down hard and fast. It’s not quite cold enough for it to settle on the ground properly but it’s enough to get me excited about the season. I’m a sucker for egg nog, Christmas music, Christmas lights, hot apple cider, mulled wine, and snowy scenes that make everything look like a Christmas card.
We hope that this is a taste of things to come and that soon enough Junior will be throwing snowballs and building a snowman. We are both really looking forward to the lake icing over, the snow capped peaks, the snow angels, the snow men, and all those wonderful things that winter in the mountains brings. We’re grateful for the lifestyle that we chose that allows us to spend a winter in the mountains and a summer by the lake. Today though, I’m most grateful for a snow day.