Yank off the wheels and get a set of skiis!!!. I live in New York and have flown at least every other week all winter. The snow is a lot more forgiving of my hoppy landings. Our official field is on a hill top and inaccessable with the snow, but there are a lot of frozen lakes and school socker/football fields that are deserted Sunday mornings and just aching for fliers.

I have no idea what I am doing, but I have a lot of enthusiasm! This second childhood stuff is wonderful.

Once you have learned on a buddy-box how to land . . . well, the sky's the limit.