When my kids were little they loved to climb to and play on the tops of big snow piles. My husband would often take them to a nearby parking lot and let them scale to the top of the snow piles.
They pretended they were exploring a mountain, and this mountain was named Mount Munahana. The tallest snow pile always got this name.
This memory came back to me today as I drove into the parking lot at my work. Snow is piled high, the tops of the piles really do look a lot like mountains. There is a whole mountain range over the fence around the lot.
This memory so made me wish I could zap both my kids back seventeen or so years to see them tackle these mountains. I imagine how excited they would be telling the story of climbing Mount Munahana.