I grew up in the snow. Being a Michigan kid, I learned how to ski, and some of my friends even had snowmobiles. Winter wasn’t just a season; it was a defining part of my childhood.
Then you grow up, get a job, and for three or four months each year, you have to deal with the not-so-fun side of winter—like driving in the stuff every day. I don’t miss those days at all. And yet, when it snows in Wilmington, it feels like I’m a kid again.
Last month, the Cape Fear region—and much of the rest of the country—was hit by a storm system that brought 2 to 4 inches to our area. It wasn’t exactly a blizzard, but it’s the most snow anyone down here can remember seeing.
The lead-up was almost comical. Folks around here treated it like a hurricane, rushing to grocery stores and stocking up on everything imaginable, leaving shelves bare. But once the flakes started to fall, the mood shifted entirely. Suddenly, the joy of both adults and kids alike was plastered all over social media. People embraced this rare occasion with open arms.
There’s something magical about a good snowstorm—especially when you know it’s all going to melt in a few days.
Since moving to Wilmington in 2006, I’ve only seen snow here three times: in 2010, 2018, and now in 2025. Yes, it does occasionally snow here, but it’s such a rare event that it feels more like a celebration than a storm.
This time around, we asked our friends on social media if we could share their snow day photos. They captured pure joy: kids and adults making snow angels, starting snowball fights, and even sledding. We don’t really own sleds down here, but as it turns out, a surfboard works pretty well in a pinch.
Snow in Wilmington doesn’t just blanket the ground—it blankets the community in excitement and nostalgia. And while I don’t miss the everyday hassles of winter, I’ll always welcome the wonder of a snow day in the South.
