We live on Lake Diefenbaker, in southern Saskatchewan. I used to do a lot of snowshoeing right out our front door. It's been a decade since I've seen enough snowpack to head out anywhere other than on the lake itself. Even then, I would probably be better served with ice grips of some kind on my boots instead of wearing my snowshoes.

Contrast that with when I was growing up in the 1960s. We sometimes had enough snow by Halloween for building snow forts and running skidoos.

Right now, as I write this, we are having our first proper winter day, at least as far as temperature is concerned (-21C at noon). We don't even have enough snow to hide the grass and we're supposedly in line for a lousy 5 cm tomorrow. I'm not holding my breath, because every snowfall forecast of the season has overestimated both likelihood and amount. (In fact forecasting is all screwed up in general. I think the meteorological models have lost much of their relevance.)