While Middle Path has slowly transformed from a deathtrap into a water park, puddles now consuming much of its length and width, the snow that surrounds it remains. Like, it won’t go away. Like really, JUST LEAVE ALREADY. At this point, with no clear melting point in sight, it may be time to ask the question: what is underneath all of that dirty, slushy, sometimes suspiciously yellow snow? Your dignity? Very likely. But what else? In The Thrill‘s first attempt at a metaphorical, semi-archaeological dig, we’re here to provide you with some National Geographic-quality answers.
The Kenyon Thrill 