I'm pretty sure that today I have reached my limit and am fed up with the cold weather. I think nature must know that if we had to deal with frigid temps for any longer than a third of the year, we might go insane and kill off the species. Perhaps the dinosaurs really did kill each other off in the wake of an ice age. It makes complete sense to me. But they're pretty ornery creatures without the cold weather. At least that's what I learned from Jurassic Park.
When I was a kid we had no need to invest in a sled, and probably didn't have the money anyway. So one year when we had a decent amount of snow (probably 3 or 4 inches is a blizzard here) we made do with a big old tire chained to the back of my uncle's pickup truck. Yes, safe, I'm sure. I remember him pulling us around on back roads for hours until I was completely frozen and was feeling hypothermia in the toe region. I suppose it sounded like a super smart idea at the time. I've always thought it would be great to live in New England - where kids really own sleds and get to use them. But here on the 8th day of February, I take it all back.
I am ready for spring!