I wished for a white Christmas this year and I really got it. We left sunny (well, sort of rainy) southern California last week before Christmas and flew to my grandparents’ farm in the middle of North Dakota. I wanted enough snow to make a snowman or at least have a snowball fight with my dad but we didn’t want to have bad weather on the days we were flying.
The plane made it to Bismarck on time but since it was pretty late on Dec. 23, my grandma and grandpa didn’t want to take a chance driving on the highway the 40 miles at night so my mom’s sister came to pick us up at the airport and we stayed with them that night.
It was COOOOOOOOLLLLLDDDDDD!!! No, it was FREEEEEEEEZING! and tons of snow!
The next day, my grandma came to pick us up and we drove to their farm. Even more snow! About 2 feet all over but around the yard where my grandpa scooped the snow up into huge piles so they could drive to the road, there was even more snow. I had never seen that much snow . . . EVER! The funny thing was, the snow was really fluffy and dry because it was so cold which meant it wasn’t good for making snowballs or snowmen but my dad and I still played around throwing snow at each other for awhile.
On Christmas day, the temperature got up to around 15 degrees above zero so grandma and I put on our snow suits, bundled up and started to dig out a snow fort. Near their house, the wind had blown and piled up a snow bank about 6-7 feet high. That’s where we started digging a hole.
By the time Mom came out all bundled up, Grandma and I had already dug a hole in the snow bank about 3-feet deep. Mom decided it wasn’t big enough compared to the snow fort she and her sisters had made when they were kids so her and I kept digging into the snow bank farther and farther.
We dug out enough snow to make the fort about 8 feet across but it was only about 4 feet high so you had to crawl in and then couldn’t really sit up straight. The next day it snowed again and blew which made the door get half covered with more new snow. It also piled up on top of the hill so the weight of the new snow made the height inside even lower which meant the next day we had to do more digging and shoveling out of snow.
Once it was fairly big inside, I decided to try and experiment by digging a small hole in the side of the wall and then I stuck a plastic bottle of root beer in to see how long it would take to get cold and frosty. After an hour or so when I thought it should have been really slushy, it was only about as cold as the refrigerator. Grandma said it was because the snow actually acted like an insulator and wouldn’t let it freeze. It would have gotten colder if I would have just left it sitting on the ground outside.
I’d had enough for awhile so after I went in the house to warm up and play cards with Grandma, my mom and dad walked around the yard taking pictures of everything covered with snow. Then Dad decided to make a snow angel so here’s that video. Click this link. Snow Angel Dad
Then when it finally warmed up to about 22 degrees on Christmas day, we hurried outside and had Grandma take a family picture. Mom had the bright idea to use this as our 2009 Christmas card. Even though that was the warmest it got all week, it was still too cold to be outside without coats.
It was a fun week and went by way too fast. I’ve been lucky to go to their farm almost every summer but I’ve only been there twice for Christmas and the last time was a long time ago.
The day we left Bismarck, North Dakota on the plane, it was delayed over an hour before taking off. We made our connection in Minneapolis to San Diego but didn’t get home and in bed until after 2 a.m. which was really 4 a.m. on body time. So it was a very long trip home.
Now, I’ve got just 5 more days until school starts again.