Yes, we did it. We've survived through blizzard, snowstorm and whatever else yesterday night in the hills. But it was nothing in comparison what I had experienced once in my childhood beyond the polar circle in the gloomy town sinking in snowdrifts.
To run through storm, to feel the cutting wind kissing your cheeks, to be in ecstasy.
ps never tired of declaring my love to S_NO_W.
pps mmm... Powder was perfect though
ppps "Smilla's Sense of Snow" by Peter Hoeg - must-read