17.5" of SNOW

Yes, you read that correctly, 17.5 inches of snow fell between Friday at midnight and Saturday. I live in Minnesota, born and raised here. I expect snow but even for us, 17.5 all at once, is not what we're used to.

I bet you wonder if it was the blowing snow causing snow drifts taller than Claire or the temps below zero or the unplowed streets that I hate the most. Could it be the city buses that stopped running or the airport that closed? No, the answer would be HOCKEY TOURNAMENT.

We were in a local tournament, lost our first game because of a couple bad calls on Thursday night and my son was ready to redeem himself on Saturday. And, then the snow came and it kept coming. We checked the websites continually waiting for a cancellation and none came. Max was not taking no for an answer. He was not going to let his team down. So, Alanna came to pick us up in her 4 wheel drive since our own car wouldn't have made it out of the driveway and off we started on the road to the tournament. A very snow packed, car windows covered with sleet road. We made it about 2 miles in 20 minutes and then a miracle...Our coaches decided to forfeit the games for safety (and from talking to other teams that couldn't get there to play us anyway).

I was so relieved and happy until I looked back to the puppy dog face in the back seat, stick in his hand, shaking his head. "Will we play tomorrow"? He asked hopefully.

"Nope, that's it for the weekend".

"That completely sucks".

So, we had a weekend without hockey during hockey season and we survived!

Claire LOVING it!

Max in his hockey jacket helping me clear our driveway!