Finally, the first real snowfall of the year. By that I mean a snow that requires shovelling. And by that, I mean pushing snow with the plow on my four-wheeler.
I believe there is something deep-seated in the male brain that drive him to want to operate mechanical equipment. There are very few things I enjoy more than heading out into the cold and snow to plow every sidewalk and driveway that I can get to on a tank of gas. I feel like a real man. It completes me.
This morning I headed out at about 7 am planning on only doing my driveway, my parent's driveway and the single lady I home teach. Of course, there was sidewalks to plow between all of these -- and you can't plow one sidewalk and leave another covered. And then there were neighbors out shovelling their walks and I had to help them, too. And there were others who could use the help -- the elderly or pregnant. And the church walks needed to be cleared. Two hours later my wife had to remind me that I have a job that pays money that I needed to get to.
Not all my neighbors share my enthusiasm. Especially those who find a "beaver pelt" of grass or have to replace sprinkler heads in the spring. But I appreciate them letting me be a man (or over sized boy) for a few hours when it snows.
Muir Snowfield 2017
2 years ago