The snow in Virginia is different. It is heavier than the snow here in Utah. It is crunchy and sparkly and covers each and every little tiny branch like it has been spray-painted on. I have memories of walking across the yard on a thick top layer of ice that sat on top of inches of soft white stuff.
More than once I was sledding down Himes' hill, head first, and I would go off track. Face first into the ice, which meant friction burns and scrapes that left me looking like I had a 5 o'clock shadow for a few days. It was a good reminder to me, as the healing would get under way and the itching would begin. Stay on track. Not too many risks. And, for crying out loud, wear a ski mask.