Snow remains among the pines. Many times as a child my family would go to the mountain for a picnic. A typical picnic would consist of hot dogs roasted over a fire on a stick, potatoe chips, maybe potato salad if Mom had time to make it advance. Sometime marshmellows were roasted for desert if we had no ice cream. I did not like marshmellows and thought a far better use of them was to toss them into a fast flowing steam and use them for target practice with the .22s. The kids would play in the snow and have snowball fights. Sometime we would use the snow to make homemade ice cream. Snow was packed around the metal container in the icecream freezer and salt added. We kids would then take turns, turning the hand crank to make the ice cream. It seemed that it never would get done but finally the crank would become harder to turn and then you knew the ice cream was ready. We would add a bottle of homemade jam to the ice cream to give it a different flavor than vanilla. Raspberry, strawberry and peach were my favorite jams to add to the ice cream.