My favorite snowy memory ... mmmm, let me think
... lots of them over here
But one thing that stands out is my first experience of a Chinook. I was living in the village of Kincaid, Sask., and one night, the temps dipped close to -50 with the wind chill. Overnight and the next morning, a Chinook blew in, and by the next afternoon there were small rivers flowing down Main Street as the temps shot up to + 10. Never seen so much snow and ice vanish so quickly.