Sam and I were hoping that we would get some snow while we were in Iowa. Experiencing that rush of speed as you descend the snow covered hills is childhood memory that I remember clearly. When I think about it I can feel the cold on my cheek, smell the brisk air, and hear the calm stillness of winter. Sharing this with Sam was something I was very much looking forward to doing when we were on our visit back in the Midwest. We were blessed with the perfect snowfall and temperatures that were cold, but no too cold.
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