A boy and his dog

Look what we woke up to this morning!

A foot of blowing snow, gusts reaching 40MPH!


Sar got a call at 4am — her school was closed today. And the roads were too treacherous for me to drive to Denver for work. All the pieces in place to transport (read: regress) me back in time. I was so giddy, you’d thought I was a 5 year old. Me and my dog quickly got suited up for “a blizzard trek across the frozen urban tundra” 1.


The boy’s gotta keep warm too!

Royal and I waded through knee (paw) high snow, jumping in and out of drifts, and ran from blinding snow and wind. It was a blast!

I had all these fond memories flood my mind of staying outside in the bygone winter storms in Missouri so many years ago. Even the temptation of Mom’s hot soup wasn’t enough to keep me indoors for very long. I’d warm my cold little extremities and fill my belly, while soggy boots and stinky gloves piled up around the heat registers.

And then it was right back outside, back into the boy-built snow forts to wage more wintry war against the neighbors. That lasted for what seemed like hours into nightfall.

What glorious days are snow days!


  1. source: my lovely wife