The Post About the Blizzard

This one lived up to the hype. It's been fun but also sobering as some friends have dealt with loss of power, and almost everyone is dealing with being literally housebound until your street is plowed.  We felt compelled to get our truck free of our street before the plow schedule,  so while the storm was still blowing, we all worked together for hours and dug down our street while Eric had fun 4-wheeling over the snow that was way too high for the wheels. The street we are off of was plowed, so once we were free of the cul-de-sac, we could get around. It was eerie to drive around and see folks just walking down the middle of the street, cars abandoned, etc. It was also fun in a way, because there is a feeling of community. Strangers helping strangers and all that.  I like that sense of all being in this together, so the normal walls come down and we reach out to each other.
Here are the photos so far:
Here is the first view of the morning-the pristine, unmarked snow moment that I love.

 

This was a wet, heavy snow, so many trees became wonderful, weird works of abstract sculpture.

 

It was deep enough for a fully-grown 17-year old to sit down completely, once he got the hole dug. 

 

How many times in life do you have to climb onto your front yard?

 

 

Is it Antarctica from the air? Nope, just the tendency of this snow to take on funky shapes.

 

This is at eye level, looking upwards at the pile of snow made from shoveling our driveway and cars.  It's about 6 feet tall.