Ahh, cool-envy, same with my friend who went to Woodstock, the real one.
We have a cabin in Adirondacks -- wood burning stove, no plumbing -- when we're in the mood for upstate winters.
I (vaguely) remember the blizzard of '66, climbing up the snow banks near our 1-story school, walking across the school roof, and jumping into the snow drift on the other side. It took days before the roads were cleared off. Grew up with "lake effect snow" and snow totals for the season ranged...