The great privilege of living on Portland is that we can chose our weather. Sure, it's rainy and grey in town most of the time, but all we have to do is drive 45 minutes up the mountain to be in sun and snow.
The Sprout must have read too many Christmas books about snowy winter days because she was insistent that we would have snow for Christmas. We didn't. She was sad. So we took her up the Mountain one Saturday to play in the snow.
Apparently, her romanticized dream of snow did not include: a) cold and b) snow so deep you can barely walk in it.
She was not a fan. She made a few snow angels, walked a few hundred yards and was done.
Two big thumbs down.
Maybe next year.