Tractors plowed the snow into a huge pile in the middle of the cul de sac and it seemed to call to us. We had to stop 4 wheeling for awhile and watch the tractors but then we had a monster mountain to conquer. The boys couldn't get dressed fast enough. We even convinced a couple of missionaries out that day to go down. They screamed all the way, and not exactly in a deep manly voice. Too funny!