The Big Storm

Here’s Robert on the front walk, with snow up to his knees.

With 18 inches of snow, a once-in-a-decade storm, we shoveled just enough from the driveway to get the car out of the garage, and a path from the street to the front door.  The front sidewalk from the driveway to the house is along the street, and gets covered by the plow every time it goes by.  So getting from the house to the car requires walking in the street.

We would have admired the snow from inside, but both our children flew into Pittsburgh Sunday, from Dallas and Chicago.  The streets in town were snowy, including Route 50, but once we got on the interstate, the road was clear.  There was much less snow further north; Pittsburgh had less than 6 inches.

Southern West Virginia, which didn’t seem to have gotten much more snow than we have, has major power outages.  I suspect the difference is the effort their power company has put into maintaining their lines.

2 thoughts on “The Big Storm

  1. Tell Robert to take it easy with the shovel. Snowstorms are real killers of middle-aged men. Heart attacks.

    That said, the photo shows a landscape very familiar to us in Eastern Ontario, though today it was way too cold to be outside in any headgear but a Snowmobile helmet with full face shield.

    Rod in Forfar

  2. Here in West Virginia, it tends to be deer hunting – I think 6 men died of heart attacks just on the first day of the season. Robert doesn’t do that. And he probably exerts himself more in the warmer months digging and such.

    Having grown up in the home of the West Virginia Black Walnut Festival, love your blog. Love the wood, never liked the nuts.

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