The plows push the snow to the left of the walking bridge.
When Jake realized the snow mound was back … he stopped, I stopped, Charlie didn’t stop (he was freezing) and for a few seconds I heard Jake cheering … the mountain is back! The mountain is back!
You could see his disappointment, when I told him it was to cold to climb the mountain.
I felt bad. It’s a good thing I held on to the stick we found.
The next day …