Wonderlander
I was, at one point, planning a leave of absence to spend the entire month of February in New York City. Now given the fact that Gotham is 10 feet under snow, I'm rather glad that little opportunity reversed itself and I'm sitting in sunny and warm Vancouver where the snow that makes it to the ground, doesn't stand a chance of surviving more than an hour tops.
According to the NY Times, the snow is ‘blowing, drifting and thigh high.” As well, the snow has, as they grimly put it, “crippled transportation and commerce, and disrupted life” But wait! In a more adventurous spin, it has “brought out skiers, sledders, and other wonderlanders.” Mmm, curious term, wonderlander. Perhaps some kind of gleeful nutter who rejoices in the prospect of trudging through waist high cold wet snow??
Personally, from the looks of it, NYC is grinding to a halt and this guy does not consider himself a wonderlander enthusiast.
However, my old stomping grounds of Alberta, could probably use some of the white stuff as there is so little of it, it's rather alarming. I have a relative Wonderlander, who will remain anonymous. They have flung themselves into winter sporting activities this year as though their participation can be considered an offering to the god's. Apparently, the lack if snow is so bad, they are moving snow from one part to another so they have something to practice their snowshoeing activities on. I can only imagine how much fun snowshoeing on muddy grass can be.
About as much fun as cross-country skiing on gravel?
In more related snow activities, Michael and I rented a sporty little import and drove to Whistler (future home of The 2010 Wonderlander Games) where we could observe the wonderlander activities from a safe distance. While we both seem to be mildly curious about downhill skiing and snowboarding, we are both in agreement of the hideousness and cost of the various choices of attire required to protect thee from the harsh elements. Not to mention the funds required just to get to the top of a mountain, to strap wood to your feet and to warm your frozen carcass after careening at top speeds down a wedge of hard packed snow and ice.
Had we been more prepared for our journey, we may have parted with the 50 smackers to merely ride the lifts for ‘sightseeing only’.
Clearly, Michael and I are not Wonderlanders.
According to the NY Times, the snow is ‘blowing, drifting and thigh high.” As well, the snow has, as they grimly put it, “crippled transportation and commerce, and disrupted life” But wait! In a more adventurous spin, it has “brought out skiers, sledders, and other wonderlanders.” Mmm, curious term, wonderlander. Perhaps some kind of gleeful nutter who rejoices in the prospect of trudging through waist high cold wet snow??
Personally, from the looks of it, NYC is grinding to a halt and this guy does not consider himself a wonderlander enthusiast.
However, my old stomping grounds of Alberta, could probably use some of the white stuff as there is so little of it, it's rather alarming. I have a relative Wonderlander, who will remain anonymous. They have flung themselves into winter sporting activities this year as though their participation can be considered an offering to the god's. Apparently, the lack if snow is so bad, they are moving snow from one part to another so they have something to practice their snowshoeing activities on. I can only imagine how much fun snowshoeing on muddy grass can be.
About as much fun as cross-country skiing on gravel?
In more related snow activities, Michael and I rented a sporty little import and drove to Whistler (future home of The 2010 Wonderlander Games) where we could observe the wonderlander activities from a safe distance. While we both seem to be mildly curious about downhill skiing and snowboarding, we are both in agreement of the hideousness and cost of the various choices of attire required to protect thee from the harsh elements. Not to mention the funds required just to get to the top of a mountain, to strap wood to your feet and to warm your frozen carcass after careening at top speeds down a wedge of hard packed snow and ice.
Had we been more prepared for our journey, we may have parted with the 50 smackers to merely ride the lifts for ‘sightseeing only’.
Clearly, Michael and I are not Wonderlanders.
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