Snow is a reminder of how beautiful nature can be when it’s left alone. I love snow capped mountains. I’m sure if you zoomed in on them you could see all the boot prints that go from ridge to ridge but from afar they look like a snow cone before you pour the syrup on it. I’ve been privileged enough to grow up in Alaska and Montana, two of the prettiest places on planet earth. Both of which have gorgeous mountainscapes which are covered, almost year round, with a layer of glistening white powder. Honestly I never loved playing in the snow, I hated how cold and wet I got, but I will never get tired of looking at it. Flying into Anchorage as the sunsets behind the snowy mountains, is a view that cannot be paralleled.
Snow is lovely. Untouched snow is like a work of nature’s art… unless you live in Ketchikan. The word “snow” doesn’t exist in these parts. The word is replaced with slush. Everywhere else it’s amazing. Back in the day, snow here was the best. My particular favorite was the winter of 08’. I loved waking up with my little sister and throwing snowballs at her. Then my uncle would come in and stuff our faces into the snow, freezing our faces off. We would go inside and sip on hot chocolate and watch the classic christmas movie series–Star Wars. We would repeat this sequence every day ( sadly, we fell for our uncle’s pranks every single day) until the snow went away. I do miss those winters and I would kill to get that type of snow back. I really don’t care for this brown slush we have to call “snow”. Take me back to 2008!
A precursor to slush. Ketchikan snow has a tendency to show up beautiful, white and powdery one day, only to get washed away and turned into brown slush the next. I feel like it just gets everyone’s hopes up. Don’t get me wrong, I love the snow–the pretty white stuff you sled on and make snowmen with… not the dirty brown muck that gets sprayed up your car window everywhere you drive. Take Monday for example: the first little snowfall of the season that made everyone excited was washed away overnight, leaving the roads bare or clouded with slush. It’s like Mother Nature was like “Look how pretty winter is going to be…..sike!”. How cruel.
…pretty, it’s unique. It’s a privilege and also very overwhelming. Do you remember looking up at the sky and trying to catch snowflakes? Do you remember waking up and school being cancelled due to the crazy amount of snow that went up to your knees. I remember it all, I remember the ups and downs and I mean that literally. Making snow ramps and jumping them with my favorite blue sled. Snow for me is all about making memories, I think it’s awesome to live in place that gets snow. Not everyone is fortunate enough to get that amount of snow and the amount of joy you get while playing in it. With all that said there are times where snow can be very tragic. I’m older now and I don’t play in snow as much as I used to. Being older and having more responsibilities can be very stressful and snow can be another weight on your shoulders. For example snow can be very hard to drive in. With the amount of money I have, I can’t afford to slide off the side of the icy North Tongass roads. Maybe it’s just me but I feel like you grow out of playing in the snow, that being said I would never pass up a snowball fight.
Snow is the symbol of an impactful memory. Often times for Christmas my family goes over to Craig to be with my grandparents for the holidays. This trip was especially snowy and my 8 year old self could not wait to go sledding. My mom couldn’t come over until the next day so my dad’s friend, Pippin, took my sister and I out to go sledding. I’m not quite sure how long we were there before I went down the hill by myself and SMACK I hit a totem pole head on and was knocked out cold. My sister cried and later told me she thought I was dead. Pippin throws me in the car and frantically tries to find a hospital but they were all closed for the holidays. So Pippin decides called up her friend who owns a clinic in Craig and had him open it up to get me X-Rays and medicine. Luckily I was completely fine, but remained unconscious for the next 12 hours. I had to take a lot of pain meds and can’t even begin to explain the headache I had. Of course, I don’t remember any details from this event and had to ask my family members what actually happened but the one thing I do remember about that day was seeing the snow.
Snow in Ketchikan is a disaster. One morning you wake up and everything is covered in powdered sugar… but by noon it’s gray, slippery and dangerous. I definitely enjoyed snow more when I was younger, I hate driving in it now. When you’re little you don’t have a care in the world about whether or not the roads are icy or dangerous, because if they are you don’t have to go to school! But now that we all have our own cars, we’re forced to face the third-gear drives up Jefferson to make it to school. However, it’s still so pretty and always reminds me of having so much fun as a little kid that it’s hard to be upset when it snows. It’s also basically the beginning of Christmas, so, obviously I’m excited about it. Last year I wasn’t here for the blizzard, but everyone I talked to said it was terrible. Now that we have snow in the beginning of November, I’m a little nervous to see what this year brings. I can understand why my mom gets so stressed out when it snows!