One of my favorite snow memories was getting off of work, picking up my daughter and heading straight for the park to sled.  I was still in my work clothes but I kept my boots and sleds in the car with the hopes we'd have a chance to whooooosh down the hill.  So in my pants suit, trench, snow boots and sled, I sat ready to launch.  I look to my right and my former co-worker, Konrad, was standing in his suit pants and snow coat and sled.  We nodded at each other in acknowledgement.  This was our time.  This was our place.  Work can suck it.

Probably the only thing that would've made that afternoon better was having the dog with me but there's a small chance he'd be scared of all that speed and pee on everything.  Very small chance.  The dog's first steps into something are timid but after a while, he becomes king of the river or trails or whatever setting he eventually claims.