36 hours after it had begun, the snow ceased falling. The bone chillin' wind did not follow suit. It continued howling for 2 days, seemingly finding pleasure in it’s great strength against both man and beast. Unfortunately, the world did not come to a stop and we needed to get busy digging out. A path for the pups was our first priority, second to finding our car under a mountain of snow. With drifts standing over 5’ tall, it was difficult to see anything other than a frozen wall of white powder.
Three days later the local airports are still back logged, and to my joy, extending my son’s Christmas vacation and visit. The abandoned cars have finally been removed from the roadways, and the streets are now plowed. It was a Christmas Blizzard to be remember for many years to come.
I learned ~ I would rather be the person, with camera in hand, responsible for documenting a pictorial history of this day, than to be the one outside with a shovel in my hands!
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