In middle Tennessee, you’d be hard-pressed to find a snowmobile anywhere. There’s just not enough snow fall each year, especially the kind that sticks around long enough to make it worthwhile for someone to own one.
When I was a kid, we moved to Michigan for a year or so and lived with my Uncle Leo, and I remember them being all over the place. It seemed like pretty much everybody traveled everywhere by snowmobile.
Usually, we get one-maybe two, good sized snowfalls a year if we’re lucky. And a few days ago, we got our first and perhaps only, big one. Old man winter dropped about six inches of soft white powder on us over one long, unusual day of snow falling here at the farm.
In the past, we’ve made due with plastic sleds and ropes to pull Indy around the back field, but the last couple of years we’ve upped our game and made our own ‘snow mobiles’ - making tracks all over the farm with little sleds being pulled by the John Deere side-by-sides that are normally being used for daily farm work.
A few of Indiana’s cousins, and some neighbor friends came over and joined in on the fun.
Indy liked riding by herself, but even more so with other kiddos.
Rebecca and I of course took our turns being pulled.
And when we’d had enough and our faces and hands were properly frozen, we made our way up to the farmhouse for some hot cocoa.
But not before making snow angels.
This morning it’s bright and sunny, but the snow is still lingering on the ground, although there are lots of grasses and mud patches showing through.
Maybe there’ll be time for a little more sledding before it’s all gone.
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