Outer Banks Snow Daze
By Kip Tabb –
NBS vehicle in the snow.
Ok! I admit it . . . I’m over the snow.
This is a very difficult admission for a me to make. I grew up in New Jersey, once upon a time when I knew there would be snow on the ground, I would go cross country skiing every chance I got . . . I would go sledding with my friends . . . have snowball fights . . . I loved the snow!
I still love the snow.
It’s just that living in coastal North Carolina–you can’t get much more coastal than the Outer Banks–where snow is usually a once a year treat, there’s no reason to have snow removal equipment or tons of salt in storage. So, snow falls from the sky, turns everything beautiful and life comes to a standstill. Which is fine once a year.
But after the third or fourth standstill in as many weeks, it has become tiresome . . . disruptive . . . irritating.
I know this is the case because my daughter, who is in 10th grade is tired of it and her friends are tired of it. That’s the reality check–when school kids are complaining about missing school because of too much snow, you know there’s a problem.
There’s not much anyone can do about this, of course. And I’m sure someone somewhere is going to look at what I’ve written and mutter, “Oh for God’s sakes. Sit back and enjoy the beauty of the moment.”
For that person or persons–I will admit it’s beautiful; I will agree there is a remarkable peacefulness to it. But it still means making up missed school days, a rescheduled program from tonight that my daughter and I were excited about and missed appointments today.
