I still remember the joy I felt as a child when it would snow. I grew up  in Grand Junction where it is just warm enough that it didn’t snow often, and when it did it never stayed around long.
However when it did snow,   my sisters and I would anxiously watch the snow falling, creating a white blanket over the field that runs behind and along the side of the house. We watched to see if there was going to be “enough.” Because, when there was “enough,” we just knew my parents would bundle us up, load up the snowmobiles and we would head to my grandparents’ house.
Once there, we would jump on our giant-sized sleds and race them through my grandparents field. Sometimes we would even tie an inner tube to the back of one and pull one of us on it throughout the field. I guess this is what we did instead of downhill sledding.
 The power and freedom of operating such a powerful machine  was exhilarating. The wind would whip at my hair and the chill of the breeze would slightly frost my cheeks. We would go until we were made to stop and dragged into the house whining.
 Afterwards, the fun would continue. Exhausted, my mom would sit us down in front of a mug of hot chocolate (with marshmallows of course!) and then shoo us from the table to go and get in our flannel pajamas. We would then wind up around the wood stove warming ourselves.
 While Longmont gets more snow then I did growing up, I know that each family and individual has their own fond memories of how they spent or spend their snowy days. I know just recently when it snowed in Longmont, a simple snow ball fight with my kids left me smiling and appreciating the snow even though it was cold outside.
In this edition of Longmont Magazine, we have tried to help you discover what Longmont has to offer its residents during the winter months. From basketball camps to backpacking and snowshoeing I hope you get the chance to get outside and explore.
Summer Stair
Specialty Publications Editor