Friday Night Shredders

Walking the dog home from the park this evening, I noticed a picnic table moved in front of the sled jump the kids have made on the bluff.

Looking up the hill, two guys sitting there with their snowboards.  I called up to them and asked if they jumped that table.  “Yeah, we do,” they called down, and they both obliged me with the spectacle.

When you’re a snowboarder in the flatlands, you make your own fun.


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  1. Driving into East River and seeing the seemingly endless miles of snow, listening to flood forecasts for the James, the Minnesota, and probably the Big Sioux, sent me into a reverie about snow harvest and storage.

    I began imagining baled snow moved the highest points in fields where it would melt after spring flood risks subsided.

    Here is someone who has been thinking about this longer than I have:

    Ice storage: how complicated could it be?

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