Snow – those marvelous little crystals of frozen water that drift down from the sky – in gentle silence, in the fury of an arctic-like blizzard, or in any and everything in between. …. Where I grew up, snow was something that we traveled a couple of hours to visit for the day.  Once a decade, we’d rent a cabin up in snow- country and spend a week with aunts and uncles and cousins.  But I never had to live where it snowed in the winter – I surfed in the winter.