Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow — or not
Oh, I loved it when it snowed. Like Snoopy, I’d catch the flakes on my tongue. It was a pain to put on all that heavy clothing, but truth be told I only had to stand still. My mother did the heavy lifting. The first sound of snow? The metallic clicking of the metal straps on my galoshes. I guess because it signaled that the next thing would be throwing open the door and plunging into the winter wonderland. Sorry, I missed a step. That was my mother going over my body like the final check of the space shuttle to make sure that not a draft nor a flake could penetrate my armor. The final product was a snowman without the snow.
We had two modes of motion. If the snow was deep enough, we’d take a garbage can cover to the park. It had to be deep enough, so the handle did scrape the ground. Of course, we could take a sled. The sled was good for both kinds of snow. Sledding had some mathematics in it. Remember learning to ride a bike and then forgetting that you had to calculate how and where to turn? A sled was trickier. It had handles in the front, but they turned the runners only so far, as in not very. If you wanted to change lanes, so to speak, or more importantly, miss something looming in front of you, you had to have your eyes peeled and start your calculation early. In a panic, if you turned the handles too hard and fast, in a panic, you could end up in the snow, tossed aside by the sled, which you now had to chase down the hill. Or that panic could be the realization that you were going to hit the tree or rock you were trying to miss. The best strategy was to bail out and hope something would remain of the sled instead of its remains. If it was a rock, the now much lighter sled would scoot over it, and you again were chasing it down the hill.
One year we went up to Ticonderoga. Up by the famous Fort on Lake Champlain, it was snow heaven. We went tobogganing. That is a whole ‘nother kettle of fish (frozen, of course). Several people sit on this flat board that has a curl in its front, theoretically to keep the snow and whatever else out of your eyes. Goggles work better. Compared to a toboggan, a sled is a Model T. Compared to a sled, a toboggan is a rocket ship. And because several people are on it, their weight gives it speed. It has neither handles nor rudder. Because the wood is the only thing between your butt and the ground, you feel everything in extremis. I thought I saw a sign at the entrance, “Abandon all hope ye who enter…”