Continuing A Benson Family Tradition
Over 100 years ago, my grandfather started this family tradition in the (c)old country. First snowfall of the season, he'd run outside barefooted in the snow.
My mother passed it on to me and I've passed it on to my boys, who now beat me to the punch every year, to be first. Michael texted me his picture during the week. Since it never really stopped snowing, I get in under the deadline, since this still the first snow fall.
My son David is in Canada. With the exchange rate, he can do his when he gets back in the country and still get in under the deadline. Currently he waiting out a 2+ hour delay in Ottawa.
Kath was brave/dumb enough to join me.
Give me a towel and some thick wool socks.