And then, after about 30+ hours of precipitation, it stopped. While my local area “escaped” with only 13 inches of snow (according to the National Weather Service), areas west and north of where I live had upwards of 2 to 2 1/2 feet of snow during the course of the storm. When I went to bed on Saturday night, it was still snowing, so I don’t know when it finally came to an end.
But on Sunday, this was the sight that greeted my eyes:
The sight of sunlight means one thing after a snowstorm: time to dig out.
Oh, to be a kid again and just play and enjoy the snow! But unfortunately, we grow up. We can play now if we want, but then you gotta deal with the dig. Shoveling is no fun when you are looking at a foot of snow. And to think, I had forgotten just how much “fun” (said with all the sarcasm I can muster) shoveling snow can be.
So I managed to get the shoveling done, but not without some drama. Of course the amount of drama would have been significantly reduced if I had somehow remembered that I didn’t have a shovel to begin with (something you should keep in the front of your mind when you have a week of prep time for a storm like this). At any rate, I was able to “borrow” what I thought was a neighbor’s shovel, and I got started digging. I was able to finish three-quarters of the job, when the neighbor asked for the shovel back. Said he and a friend of his got a call to help someone else dig out and he needed the shovel. So I gave him the shovel, with a promise to wait until he came back.
After I went inside to wait, I get a knock on the door from a different neighbor, asking where his shovel was. I was like, “I gave it back to the guy who gave it to me…I didn’t know that it was your shovel!” I hope he got that shovel back. So I ended up borrowing a new shovel from one of my friends who lived across town to finish the job. It’s a good thing I didn’t give the shovel back, because when I got home from work yesterday, they had plowed my parking spot closed. So I had to re-shovel everything I had done from the day before.
Not to mention, but I didn’t include “getting into shoveling shape” as one of my New Year’s resolutions. Even though I don’t even really make “resolutions” per se, I wouldn’t have included that as one of them under any circumstances. And after hearing that several people had died shoveling snow as a result of this storm, I’m more glad than ever that I took my time with it. Plus the fact that I consistently bent my knees helped me to not be quite as sore the next day as I was expecting.
So, there goes the Blizzard of 2016, sorta. There’s still plenty of snow remaining, so it isn’t completely gone yet. There’s a whole month of February to get through, so more snow could be on the way. I just hope we don’t have a repeat of “Snowmageddon” or some of the more brutal storms of the past. We dodged a bullet with this one; it could have been a lot worse.