Heh, heh, my only snowshoeing (and I DIDN'T HAVE snowshoes
) was in the blizzard of '77/'78. I had to trudge through the snow from our house out to the road because our lane had 6 foot drifts across it. I parked my car on a small incline that gave me a running start at the road. After my 1/8th mile snow adventure, I'd get in my car, turn on my lights for exactly 60 seconds. Turn them off and wait exactly 60 seconds, pull the choke, stomp the gas pedal exactly 4 time, pray and then turn the key. Urrgh...Urrgh... Urrgh... ....Urrrrgggghhhh...VROOM! I lived like that for almost 3 weeks as I recall. Probably one reason I live in the Islands now.
But I really DO understand the 'winter thing' that many folks have! I visited Estes Park Co. and stayed in the Stanley Hotel (where the Shining was filmed) and LOVED the snow - especially on the mountains and in the meadow behind the hotel. I watched herds of elk scrape the snow off the grass and chow down just feet from our window. Beautiful. But, where I lived in the midwest, snow/cold was always a drudgery. Thus, I've given up the snows for the land of ever-summer. When I occasionally miss the snow - I watch it on TV or YouTube!
street, thanks for the vivid reminder of what winter CAN be for those who appreciate it. Enjoy!!