snow quinzee

Yesterday Elsie came inside after about an hour of playing out with Ivar in the snow. I got her settled with hot chocolate and Ivar came in to tell me, "it's no fun with no one out there. will you come out mom?" Hattie was sleeping, I had been reading, but he was sweet enough that I decided to gear up. We went out and dug a tunnel in one snow bank and then a snow quinzee in this snow bank.

He was in awe with my shovel skills and I got to tell him about the week I went winter camping in the boundary waters for a winter survival class during my senior year of high school. Each night we slept in a snow qunizee or a tarp shelter. And as I told him my stories I was amazed at myself. We dug out the scrapbook I had made from that adventure and every picture was incredible to me. That was some hard core living. I was tough. Now I'm glad for my cozy house.

But now there is a little boy in our house who is DYING to sleep outside in a snow quinzee this winter. I suppose it would likely only last a few minutes, but I have a feeling this just might happen this year. At least his mom has a dream to build the thing, whether we sleep there or not...