The Great Huntsville Blizzard

Last weekend we packed up and made our way to Huntsville for a UAH Hockey fanclub reunion (BYTOR, BYTOR, bite bite bite!) and to enjoy the Great Impending Blizzard that was to befall North Alabama. Like most Great Alabama Blizzard threats … it fizzled. But all was not lost.

The seminary student at St. Stephens drove down from Sewanee, TN that morning, where they did get considerable snow. Being a man-of-the-collar-in-training, he brought forth gifts to his congregation – specifically a pickup truck filled with snow. And we partook in the new Holy Sacrament of the Snowball.

Discovery!

Look Dad – this stuff is cold!

The now-famous Huntsville Blizzard snowman.

It’s as tall as Taylor.

“Daddy hit me with snow”

Kids of all ages were having fun.

Caleb Jones learns why you don’t taunt the bigger kids who are guarding the snow supply.

Tough love. Caleb’s mother Danielle is about to teach him another lesson: Never turn your back on the snow supply. Especially when your mother is guarding it.

When Taylor gets some arm strength built up, I’m in trouble. She has the killer instinct already.

She throws small snowballs, but Taylor’s got the right idea. (Those white spots above and in front of her, in front of the dark bushes)

Hitting Daddy in the back of the head.

Taylor, you wouldn’t hit Grandma would you?

If she won’t, I certainly will.

Reloading …

It’s a neat chair, just not quite quick or maneuverable enough to survive a snowball fight.

Oh, the carnage.

I slept on the couch for this one.

The Famous Huntsville Snowman had a little brother on the south lawn.

Thus ends the Great Huntsville Blizzard of ’06.