But the blizzard a couple of weeks ago was my ten-year-old brother's first, so as soon as the snow stopped - this was Sunday morning, I guess? - he had me out in the yard plotting our attack on the white stuff. First on the agenda (after a snowball fight) was building an igloo. "Igloo" is an inaccurate term because we did not build out of blocks of snow and ice. But the term "snow fort," especially when applied to things like this snow structure in Columbia Heights that doesn't have a roof, a window, and an escape hatch, doesn't seem accurate either.
A combination of snow plow (I'm sorry, East County, my street was one of the few that got cleared early on) and driveway shoveling had created some pretty impressive snowbanks next to the house. We created a little patio area with some lower snow walls and then piled snow on top of the bank, which we pressed down and hollowed out to create a covered room big enough for the two of us to at least occupy, if not sit up in.