So now we've been hit by The Big One. And it really was. The road we live on, a county highway, is down to one lane. One lane that shifts and meanders as the high winds blow snow over it. We haven't seen a plow yet; some private ones, but nothing from the county. Our isn't just drifted over; it is a drift. I'll share some pictures, if you'll indulge me.
Last night, as a drift formed on our deck, Skye begged to go outside. I indulged her, and took a video. I'm placing it here so you can see that she is walking where the big drift on our deck formed. That "rushing water" noise you hear in the background is the wind howling in the line of pines at the back of our property. It was louder and scarier in person.
The next three pictures are of the drift; two taken about an hour apart last night, and one this morning. That black pile is our deck furniture, stacked to the side for the winter.
How much did we get? This flashlight was left standing out on the grill.
It is 10 inches long, as you can see on this ruler. (Which, for whatever looney reason, is 10" long, not the standard 12")
And snow was piled on top of it for 6 more inches.
Now, there is drifting involved on the deck. But John's guess, after walking through it to feed horses, and shoveling some of it, is that 16" isn't an unreasonable estimate. Woodstock, about 9 miles east of us, reported 18.8 inches, and the Rockford newspapers (Rockford is to the west of us) are reporting about 14 inches. That's a lot of snow.
And it's going to melt sometime. If you've been reading this blog for a while, you know what that means. But for now, we're just going to enjoy the fun.