WORDS: BRYANNA WOLL / PHOTOS: JON CHESTER

When I was a kid, snow-days used to be almost as exciting as Christmas. I would wake up before the sun, run to the window and look for the white covered roofs. I would bundle up in my pink snow-bibs and stay outside until the last flake had melted. The things you could do with snow seemed endless. I would be cold and wet but there were still snowmen that needed creation in my winter wonderland. I was probably 8 and had never even heard of snowboarding but that didn’t matter, I would find out soon enough. Lucky for the kids in Portland, Oregon the term snow-day has taken on a different meaning.