Snow in the Sierra Mountains

One of Akela's comments reminded me of snow and about the snowy winter days of my childhood. My Mom never cared for snow, she had to walk to work in the winter because it got so deep she couldn't get the car off the street where we lived. The snowplows only worked the major streets and we lived on a road off the beaten path on the "other side of the tracks." So during winter our car sat in the front drive, just a little mound of snow sitting out there, you really couldn't tell that it was a car at all. And we had to walk to work and to school respectively. My brother was two years older than I, and he would take me by the hand and drag me to school. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy going, I just didn't enjoy getting there, I much preferred to just play in the snow. Before I turned six we lived on North Hill, the part of town that got the most snow, and also the part of town that was the steepest. Our house backed up to a long driveway, and we used to sled down the driveway during the winter. We moved to Elm street when I was six, and although we still got our share of snow, at least it was easier walking to school because school was closer and it was level ground. I don't think we ever had a winter without snow and some winters it got to six or seven feet deep.

I actually enjoyed snow, but I was a child and looking at it from a child's point of view. It was great sport.