i grew up in quebec (a little town called aylmer, to be precise), and so i have a prettygoodidea of what 'a lot' of snow looks like, thanks to my formative first 9 winters spent in this oft-frozen eastern province of canada. i remember learning to skate on double-runnered baby bob-skates, marching up and then skiing down any closed road with a decent incline, and the annual tradition of skating along ottawa's frozen rideau canal whilst munching sweet cinnamon dusted ' beaver tail ' pastries. fast forward