Ah. Great Falls. There were kayakers that day. Crazies! And we hiked and threw snowballs and it was flippin' fantastic. Afterward, we went to IHOP and there were four kinds of syrups. Amazing.
I secretly wish it would snow again. Just one last time, so we can journey to Great Falls and go hiking in the pretty, virginal snow. I mean, this March has been unseasonably cold (even I admit it) - it could happen! A ginormous blizzard. Ah, the possibilities...
You may be saying, "But Heather, if it snows, the government will shut down and people will assume that this means that they don't have to shovel or plow roads!" Agreed. But it also means that no one else will be on the road, and we can just fishtail the entire way to the park.
Then again, snow might hurt the cherry blossoms, and we certainly don't want that. Decisions, decisions... Okay, I choose blossoms. As long as there isn't a great windstorm that robs the trees of all of the prettiness like last year. That was obnoxious. If wind ruins everything, then give us snow.
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