In Thailand, Thinking Snow

Manhattan is covered in a screaming white down blanket.

August 23, 2007: 97 degrees and humid:
-I remember building forts out of the mountainous snow banks made by the enormous yellow robots near the playground at Donges Bay - we'd dig holes through the sides, two people on each side to dig and dig and dig until our little gloves were soaked and our fingers were tiny icicles. We'd finally get through, widen the tunnel, and sit inside until the bell rang.
-Sliding around on the ice cover one of the Twin Lakes in West Bend with the whole Camin family and the whole Mattingly family, wearing puffy, light blue full body snow suit.
-Ice skating at Stormath with dad, who had to lace up and tie my ice skates for me. We'd skate around and then come in from the cold and sip hot chocolate from his thermos. He'd tell us stories of three brothers stuck in an underwater tornado of another world, as we stuck our dripping blades on the fireplace.
-Sledding at Meequon Hill with friends, somehow always sledding slantways, straight for the orange fence on the westernmost edge of the hill.
-Waking up every winter Saturday morning and heading for Laake & Joy's to board a bus which took us to Little Switzerland, Sunburst, or Wilmont. The bus rides were usually the highlight, flirting with the foul-mouthed boys and being mean to the frostbitten girls.
-Traipsing through three feet of snow between the trees and over the deer tracks on our property with dad, navigating our way to where our cabin would soon stand.