Life of snow

What happens when all you live in is snow. Not the good kind-not the kind that clings to trees or deep powder for skiing or snowman snow. It is the kind that infiltrates your every pore, waking moment and falls on your face in its frosty form from the tent every time the wind blows. The kind that you must slog through in snowshoes, dig many feet into to create a kitchen and melt untold cubic yards of to make gallons of water for everyone.