When Snow comes South

Brew Sledding

Telemarking, shredding, bindings – I know these words, I just have no clue what they are or what they mean. You see, I grew up in the South. I have spent my life in North Carolina, Alabama, and Virginia, so I am terrified of snow. Don’t get me wrong, it is pretty at first and I always consider it a rare treat to see everything blanketed in white, but after the novelty wears off then comes the fear.

In the South we don’t know what to do when it snows. Well, I take that back. We think we know what to do. For example, five days before the slightest chance of a wintery mix, we all rush to the grocery store and load up on milk and bread. Even if we usually don’t eat bread or drink milk, we still buy it because that is what you do when it might snow. Two days before a potential storm we check to make sure our flashlights have batteries inside them for when the power goes out, then the day before the possible threat we fill our bathtubs with water for when our faucets no longer work.