You'd swear those old guys used a level and plane to square those walls eh?
Running from one side to the other, jumping at the edge to see how far we could make it away from the house, and how deep we could sink.
It was a hoot.
The best was a huge old abandoned A frame chalet about a 20 minute walk into the bush, we nailed branches to the southern exposed side and tobogganed down the north.
Not to mention the snow combined with the lower bows of the surrounding old growth pines provided us with a cavernous base of operations for winter warfare.
I remember winters like this from the early '70's. My Uncles farm was north of Regina on
the south rim of the Qu'appelle Valley (just to the west a few miles from Piapot Res). They
had tunnels in the snow from the house to the barn to the chicken coops, etc....& you could
step out of the hay loft (down about four feet) to the top of the snow.
Many animals where migrating down from the north. Deer where thick, & coyotes too.
Everything looking for food. You could hunt (on your own land) Coyotes from snowmobile at
that time for bounty as there where so many moving though. On snowmobiles, near the valley
rim, you had to keep an eye out for power & phone lines or they'd clothesline you.
Piles of snow along the #6 highway in the ditches tall enough that you couldn't see over from
the car, & the only break was the road approaches that you could see down. In the city in the
more open areas, there where snow drifts up around eves-troughs. I haven't seen anything
like that since. Must be global warming or something....
