Today, I Built a Snow Fort

Winter Street

Living in western New York requires a hearty soul when it comes to weathering the weather. Every winter, Mother Nature throws her best punch at us. After lying mostly dormant this winter, she reminded us of her mood swings with a pummeling of snow that stopped drivers, closed roads and shut down businesses.  And some of us thought Spring was on the way.  Ha!

How do people along the Niagara Frontier handle Mother Nature with her long, dark winter nights, and mornings crisp enough to snap the nose off your face if you wiggled it?  Only one way, we take what She’s blown at us and make it our playground.

We tug on long johns, wrap ourselves in downy coats, then race out-of-door to play, just as we did when some of us still could race.

Against cheek numbing winds, we schuss down snow-packed mountains on narrow flat boards. We clamp on snowshoes and break new trails in deep silent stands of nearby woods.

Snowshoes

Dull skates and old sleds are rescued from dusty web covered garage lofts or backyard sheds. Blades and runners are honed and waxed to make perfect for gliding over new ice or flying down slick hills on our bellies.

The brilliant sunshine on a wintry day makes a frigid five degrees feel like a tepid ten. We are survivors!

Me, I call on a time when kids were always outside, playing games that strengthened our bodies and stretched our imaginations. Today, I built a fort in my backyard blanket of cold, cotton-like snow, a dugout snow fort.

My fort today was not unlike one I built back then, simple but strong. A mini fortress, big enough for a cadre of ruffians and a cache of snowballs, just in case real ruffians showed up, as they often did. And amid the screams and yells, and maybe a curse, was the splatting thud of snowballs finding arms and legs and an occasional noggin’.

Those snow castles gave us a place to escape, a place so cold that only the energy of our youthful exhuberance kept us warm, as a pint size ‘band of brothers’ huddled together, making plans for our next adventure.

And what better place to have that adventure than on a corner snow ‘mountain’, the high, hard packed hill of shoveled or plowed snow, perfect for a game of ‘King of the Hill’.

Winter is a great time to test our endurance, to demonstrate our vim, vigor and vitality. Come Spring, we will scratch a notch in our snowpant suspenders as a symbol of success against the elements. We shall prevail!

Today, I built a snow fort. And tonight, under the cold, star lit sky, I’ll climb a corner snow ‘mountain’ and declare myself, King of the Hill!

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Retired in 2013 after 5 years as an elementary school teacher and 40 years as a sales representative. My essays/stories are a way to communicate through the telling of personal experiences. One reader said about my essays, "...these are like a cold sip during a marathon run, simple, real life events". Enjoy the run!

16 thoughts on “Today, I Built a Snow Fort”

  1. Great .You jumped from a storyteller to a raconteur.I do not know of you van understand What I am trying to express, however it’s a compliment.
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  2. Ah, I remember the time when I wasn’t afraid of the cold air and brisk winds, but I’m afraid these old bones feel the chill more than ever so I give into it and stay inside.  But, I enjoy your vivid remembrances of “heartier “days.  What fun they were.  Wonderful story again.  

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    1. Thank you so much. I am so happy that you commented about the visual. When I write my ‘musings’, it’s as though I’m in the moment and I want the reader to feel the same. Damn it, I sound like I almost know what the hell in talking about. Are you in Instagram? If so, find me under ‘srbottch’ Give my best to the G-man.

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    1. 55? You’re just a pup. I’m 69 and I still hear from my wife, “when are you going to grow up?” A former associate of mine and I made a pack that we never would. Of course, I didn’t answer her with that for fear of having to cook dinner myself. LOL

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    2. By the way, an very interesting lady from Australia liked my ‘Snow Fort’ story an we struck up a dialogue. It may interest you. Her uname is ‘dirtbaglawyer’. Real name is Georgia. I’m going to start reading her stories which involve rock climbing. She’s a corporate lawyer during the week.

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