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Well, I was waiting, and here it came. Snow day. It snowed all night and most of the morning. It was that fine, dusty kind of snow that just floats on down to the ground, and covers everything in that thin sheet of white.

I used to hang out at this park all the time when I was a young. The dock has been totally revamped, I definitely don't remember launching big wheels off of that dock. The "launchpad," as I shall refer to it now, was a long, 'T' shaped, flat, wooden deck. Not fancy, just a plain white 'T'. But. That 'T' was long and flat. And that was just what we needed. A long, flat runway. To launch our cycles into.

The fun thing about big wheels, is that they often float. I tried riding a home-made bike into the lake. That banana-seat thing sank like a rock. The good thing is, the lake is about 6 feet deep at any point. That makes salvaging a bicycle out of the muck relatively easy.

I also used to play around on the spillway, climbing down and trying to direct the feeble streams as they overflowed into the lower lake. The picnic table and bench are new, though. There used to be nothing there to hang out on. There are these old, neglected horseshoe pits that are used I think once a year (maybe).

But these trees there have this knarly bark. It was great, my best friend at the time and I would go grab some beers (we were maybe 12) from an old bathtub that was for the 'adults,' and we would shake them up as hard as we could, then chuck them against the trees. They would explode in a shower of foam and twisted aluminum can. Oh, that shit was great.