Having never lived in serious "snow country" for me it's still magical. And I don't have to drive to work in it! The new club's flying field is on the other side of a mountain range and I rather assumed that the pass might be closed for a day. It turns out it wasn't. More than likely, however, the last couple of hundred meters to the flying site itself might have been impassible mud and slush. I don't imagine anyone was there.