People look at me like I have four heads when I say I love the snow. But I do. I love winter.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of sub-freezing temperatures and ice storms. Nor do I much care for patchy, old, dirty snow. But there’s nothing like a foot of fresh powder to blanket an otherwise dreary view.
And as long as the temperature is above freezing and there's no snow in my boots, I’m a happy camper. So are my guys.