It has
officially begun... winter (
the season full of snow-- at least in Idaho) is here. Last night, the weather man predicted a
snow storm,
now growing up in the Pacific Northwest, this would have been considered a snow storm, but here in Idaho?
Ummm.... I'm yet to be convinced. I, however, am
not complaining that it didn't snow
more.
I like this amount just fine. In fact, really I would prefer if the ground stayed visible all winter long, but it was bound to happen right?
I'm hopeful that next week when we're traveling to Washington to see my parents that the roads will be pleasantly clear. Or, at least that we'll make it to their house in good time.
A full 6 hours in a car with a 16 month old little boy, makes for a longer trip!

Funny how growing up in
Vancouver,
WA we could only hope and pray for snow at Christmas time. I remember a couple of times in snowed about this much (above) and we all
bundled up in our make-shift snow outfits, ready to assemble teams for a snow ball fight. Growing up, if there was any white substance covering the ground, whether it was 1/2 inch or more....
everything shut down. People don't really do snow over there. This was totally awesome as a kid.... we got snow days off every time it snowed.... which of course was maybe
once a year--
twice if we were
lucky.
One year while I was in high school it actually snowed a foot or two, we were stranded in our house for days! I hated it.... you see, in Washington-- at least SW Washington, the city doesn't really have access to snow plows, or even have that sandy red stuff to put on the roads..... who ever heard of that?
Everyone is quite content to just sit inside and wait until it melts; this usually happens within a day or so. Unfortunately, that time it snow a couple of feet we got freezing rain on top of it-- which of course turned the beautiful scenery of Vancouver Washington into a perfectly frozen world-- we were stuck inside, unless of course, you wanted to walk somewhere.
I laugh now, because everything in prospective has changed. I lived in a world where people feared the snow, at least driving or going out in it. They avoided this at all cost. Now, since I have lived in Idaho for almost 3 years... I find that people are hilarious driving in RAIN.
I grew up driving in rain almost 9 months of the year. A drizzle, no biggie... a down pour, keep on truckin. Tyler and I were driving to his parents once and while we were on the freeway it started to pour... pretty hard. I looked a few miles in front of us and actually witnessed drivers pulling off to the side of the road to wait out the rain. At first, I couldn't figure out why they were all pulled over, then when I realized why I burst out laughing.
Who ever heard of water falling from the sky stopping a pacific north westerner from driving to their destination? Not me!
Tyler is always afraid of this, not driving in the rain, but hydroplaning. It kind of freaks him out... not me though, doesn't bother me one it. I, however, am a little freaked out when we are fishtailing in the snow................................
So you see--perspective.....it's all perspective.