Headin’ South to Snow

My stepson, Jaylon, lives in Brookings, South Dakota, an area of some fame for its fine pheasant hunting and noted by its visitors during the winter months for its cold temperatures and vicious wind chills. The hundreds of miles of plains in that part of the country do very little to diminish that effect. Whenever the wind chill is at minus twenty in Saint Joe, it’s more likely minus thirty-five in Brookings. Whenever we get three inches of snow, they probably had six. Mathematically, I’d say they have winter to the next power there.

Randa, her brother and I were just up there last week to help Jay get his house ready for going on the market. Thursday’s pleasant forties plunged to the teens overnight. As we retreated south toward Saint Joseph on Saturday, we encountered an unexpected phenomenon; we ran into evidence of a snowstorm that had spared Brookings and nailed Kansas City! Indeed, we had four to five inches of fresh white stuff on the ground here with Kansas City getting an additional three to five inches Saturday evening.

Sometimes, even South Dakota is spared the expected storm. While it may be hard for those of us not spared to count our blessings while we are shoveling snow, we could start with the fact that we are able to shovel.

H. Arnett
3/22/10

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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