Growing up in Minnesota it took quite a snowfall to bring things to too much change.
I recall one time where things were shut down for several days. The neighborhood had a wandering party from house to house. Two guys on the block had snowmobiles and used them to get supplies.
As a young boy I mostly recall the beer and booze brought back, but I’m guessing they got food as well. It was fun to be in a big crowd at a neighbor’s home eating their food (often different than what my mom would have made.)
I remember the big Howloween snow storm of ‘92 in Minnesota.
WE owned a pair of snow mobiles.
It was fun...
That is AWESOME! I think the little “fun” things we experience stays with us for a lifetime. :)