During our road trip out west in 1958 we crossed over the continental divide at Logan's Pass. I remember on our way up the mountain we would see small patches of snow alongside the road. The patches kept getting bigger the higher we rose up the mountain. At one point we came around a corner and saw this huge field of snow. We went crazy. It was summer and there was snow on the ground! We knew all about snow, having grown up in Minnesota, but we were so surprised to see it in July. My dad pulled the car off of the roadway and we all got out and had a grand time playing in the summer snow. How fabulous was that!!
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