Living just southeast of Lake Ontario, in a little town called Cato, New York, Jill and I, were used to the lake effect snows that could blast into town and dump 48 inches of snow in a few hours. These storms were an adrenaline producing adventure as valid as sport climbing or parapenting. While “getting used to them” is perhaps a bit preposterous, we did treat them with the respect, excitement and anticipation they deserved.