Getting The Drift, Part 2

So this is what clearing out 20 inches of snow from your front steps feels like – maybe like running ten miles in the sand. I’ve shoveled some snow before, mind you, but nothing that comes close to this amount. I remember playing in snow this deep when I was little, but my Dad had already plowed it into giant drifts so my neighbor and I could make snow tunnels. I had to make those giant drifts today myself, shovel in hand, over the course of two and a half to three hours.

It was a peaceful morning in the neighborhood. No matter your opinion of snow, it’s hard to beat the view of an untouched, fresh snowfall as a picture of serenity. I fed Noah breakfast and sipped my coffee, opting for a few extra cups to shake off the cobwebs, since I knew it would be a day of exercise. But I also snapped a few pictures from the kitchen window, one of the only accessible views I had.

As long as you look at it from this far away, it’s nice.

The snow tapered off somewhere around midnight, I’m told (I gave up and passed out by 11:30). This morning, the drifts had almost completely covered our cars from view. A dusting of snow graced our windowpanes and had piled up on against the deck door, giving our vantage point to the outside a decidedly sand-art feel.

In order to do proper measurements of the snowfall, I first needed to dig out a path through the backyard since the deck and front door were impassable. While there, I let Heidi go nuts in her first play session outside in days, attacking each shovelful of snow and my gloved hands at every opportunity. While there, I also created a giant snow slide for Noah to try. At Gina’s urging, I even made some steps up to the side.


Mount Salmons, before it was actually used.

And this is where we had good intentions and wonderful dreams of an afternoon in the snow with Noah, but reality didn’t quite pan out the same way. We went through the intense process of putting five layers of clothes on him, somewhere on the order of sixteen pairs of socks, and an entire snowsuit complete with boots. This, of course, rendered him completely immobile. We sent him down the homemade slide a few times, he cried a few times from not being able to move, and by the time we trudged through the two feet of snow behind the house to get to our front yard, he was fast asleep from being bundled in the equivalent of twenty-two blankets.

So, Gina went back inside with him, and I began my marathon of shoveling. In between shovels, however, I did use the official Salmons Snow Stick (brought to you by Home Depot) to find out that we received anywhere from 18-24″ around our house, depending on the exact spot measured. That’s pretty serious snow.

It’s so serious, in fact, that the word on the street is the neighborhood snow plows kept getting stuck before getting to our street, and Gina and I witnessed one take a pass by our house only to give up halfway and back out of here. It seems we’ll be stuck here a couple more days. Plenty of time to convince Noah to take a few turns down the slide.

Wait a minute…maybe, maybe I can make a even bigger slide that starts at the deck! Yes. I’m going to get to work on that.

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