FHE in Snow Cave for Christmas Eve
One year in the 1990’s and I think it was 1993, we had a particularly hard winter early in the winter season. So I was having to shovel snow off of the roof of the house since it was over 20 inches deep and I was starting to worry about the strength of the roof. So I shoveled it off once and then another huge storm came in and I had to shovel it again. Well the mounds of snow were getting pretty deep in the front and back of the house even to the point that I no longer used a ladder to get off of the roof since it was a very short jump down to the snow. It was nearly Christmas and in fact I had shoveled once on Christmas eve day. I suddenly had an idea to make a snow cave. It was not my first snow cave but it was the first one that I had ever built on my own property. So with Ben and Jeff’s help we made a snow cave and then for our Christmas Eve home evening we held it in the snow cave. It was not quite like the stall where Christ was born but it felt a lot more like it than our family room. It is hopefully a memory that will stand out in my children’s memory for their entire lives. The day after Christmas we left Mapleton and went to Arizona. I had closed the hole to the cave so no one would know it was there before we left. We enjoyed the warm weather in Arizona for a week and then went home. The weather had been a little more warm in Mapleton during that week as well so when we returned the cave had caved in to where we couldn’t get into it again. I was glad that we had spent that one evening in it at least for all the work that it took to make it.
