And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

The coldest systems we get are like the one we have now from the Canadian land mass. The snow amount is usually light from these storms because they're so cold the air can't hold onto the moisture.

Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.

We don't get as much snow as Steamboat, but we get the wind.

It'll work, if God, wind, leads, ice, snow, and all the hells of this damned frozen land are willing.