That does sound cold. Too cold for me. As an adult(ish) anyway.
I don't even think about snow much any more but your description brings back fond memories of our teenage, winter, all night mild mayhem weekends on
round top park. 1982.
The sting of the cold air in our lungs was sharp. All skin had to be covered. You surely needed a full snowsuit. None of us had any body fat back then.
We had ATCs, skiis, toboggans and dirt bikes all running around by moon light. We had just about everything cept a horse there.
Guys would pull the sleds around with the ATCs. They'd wipe out, get back up and do it again. We'd laugh ourselves to tears.
We'd watch the skiers go down the back hill, then pull them back up. There were downhill and uphill tracks in the snow.
We would set up a kitchen in one of the pavilions. Someone there was always cooking hot dogs or something to eat on the grills.
There were guys shooting 22 pistols at cans on the pond over here, and people drinking whiskey and dancing crazy over there. Everyone was doing their thing in with no problems or hassles. Not even from the police.
I remember the bite of the cold most. Hands, feet, nose, eyes. Body parts don't work as well. Wear a ski mask with a cloth over your nose and mouth underneath. Just to be able to breath in warmer air.
And the laughing. To the point that your ribs would hurt. That you'd have to lay down in the snow just to straighten out.
Completely unsupervised rural teen weekend vehicular fun. There was no permanent damage to the park. There were no fatalities or even serious injuries. Not even pregnancies ( that I know of
)
Wow, those were cool times. That was back when cold weather was fun for me.
Rural Pennsylvania. Early 80s. Honda XL500s
03-07-2019, 06:59 PM
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