Winter life in the suburbs

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Dateline -- Wednesday. I made lunch around 12:30: a tuna sandwich, a handful of cherry tomatoes, and wee dollops of potato salad and BBQ beans. I sat at the six-foot-long Amish trundle table I’d bought in Ellicott City, Maryland, in 1973. I gazed out the picture window at the snow-laden pines with the distant hills as a backdrop and wondered if this storm would ever end.

Last Sunday morning I awoke, made coffee, and retreated to the loft to continue my morning’s routine: email, news, weather, this forum, etc. Looking east out the window by my desk I pondered my wood pile (no longer a stack, but literally a pile). Last night’s gale-force wind had blown my neatly stacked cord wood down the hill north of its original location. Great, I’d spend my day rescuing the wood from the two-foot snow drift it had collapsed into, and I’d have to do it soon for the weatherman warned the next storm – beginning tonight – would net up to 40” of the fluffy white stuff. That matter figured, I went on about my morning ablutions.

By dusk I had used my ten-foot-long sled to move all the toppled-over cords to a dry, covered location. No sooner had I gotten cleaned up and retreated to the loft than the snow began to fly, driven by our usual big wind. Fingers and toes still a bit numb from the cold, I smiled at my success at rescuing my future warmth from the threatening storm.

Wednesday morning: still snowing and blowing. I’ve never – in 64 years – experienced such a long storm. Each morning since Sunday I had cleared a path from the front door to the ash bin so I could – without trudging through deep snow – dump the remnants of yesterday’s fire. My path was becoming more and more descriptive as each day’s snow piled up around the path I’d carved.

Miraculously, as I ate my lunch the wind stalled and the snow stopped falling. “To the blower,” I thought. I donned the appropriate gear, grabbed the key to the blower, and out I went. My new 420cc blower’s motor fired on the first pull, and out from beneath the cabin I followed the tank’s tracks. “I should have raised the ‘drift blades’,” I thought, but press on anyway, I did. It’s half a football field to the County Road, and I made it there in a series of waltz moves – two steps forward, one back, zigzagging my path for maneuverability. The top of the blower’s deck is 28”. I undercarved (is that a word?) snow much of the way. The big blower didn’t appreciate the 44” drift at my “approach” from the County Road, but it eventually gobbled up all that snow, too.

Hours passed…. A 12-foot-wide swath led from my stairs to the County Road. I’d done all the damage I could for this day. I backed the blower under the cabin’s overhang and headed in. Bill called (he’s the lgs owner in town, down the hill from my cabin), “You ok up there,” he asked. “Yeah, been blowing snow out here in the suburbs,” said I. A chuckle and, “Yeah, me too,” I heard back. Then he told me he’d cleared the County Road up to “THE corner,” a treacherous piece of Real Estate half way between his place and mine. What a relief. I knew immediately I’d be able to blow out the snow from my approach to “THE corner,” tomorrow.

My cabin is the only place from here to Bill’s, but Bill’s call prompted me to call John, five years my senior, and a half mile further into the suburbs (there’s nobody between John and me). He was fine. Been clearing snow himself – a five-foot drift off his cabin’s roof – he said. “You’re on the wrong side of the hill,” I told him. “Yeah, I know, but I like it here.” He’s been there since 1972. No running water and no electricity, except the wind generator to keep his cell phone and computer charged. “Just poured myself a glass of Edradour,” he said. I had introduced John to Edradour single malt Scotch whisky some years back. It’s become his go-to tipple. “Sounds good,” I said. We hung up and I headed for the “medicine cabinet,” as John Wayne called it.
 
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I appreciate that some of you guys must really like cold weather and snow but I am with Vonn on this one, I would much rather have palm trees in my backyard then snow! We did have a couple of chilly nights here South of Houston, some of the more tropical plants might not make it. Now it is back up in the 70's near 80 for a daytime high. you can tell that Spring is right around the corner.
 
81 degrees here yesterday, have no idea what a snowblower even looks like. Supposed to get cold here this weekend, not that kind of cold though. When I discharged out of the service in "72 I spent a good many years living in New Mexico and Colorado. Beautiful country but my old Texas bones sure hurt with the cold. I did learn the difference between a good chain saw and a cheap one. Stay warm up there.
 
I had a friend who loved living where it snowed heavily, but heart problems made it difficult. He installed a new concrete driveway and walkway that were insulated from the ground and heated with an anti-freeze solution running through embedded coils when it snowed.

You Norsemen are a determined lot. ;)
 
It rarely snows here in central Alabama, but I've often wondered how the "other half" lives. Thanks for a day in the life.


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Well we only got 2 ft from that last snow event..I was all cleaned out so I could go if I needed. Been really still here..no wind till last night..blew 'nuff so I am drifted in. I'll clean it out later when it warms up over zero. And two bit..I remember when they sold Amish stuff in Ellicott City. Wall to wall people now days clear out almost to I-70.
 
Well we only got 2 ft from that last snow event..I was all cleaned out so I could go if I needed. Been really still here..no wind till last night..blew 'nuff so I am drifted in. I'll clean it out later when it warms up over zero. And two bit..I remember when they sold Amish stuff in Ellicott City. Wall to wall people now days clear out almost to I-70.

Yeah, amazing distribution from the storm. Lander, 30 miles north, got nothing!

That's a shame about Ellicott City. It was a sweet little town in the early 70s. Guess that's what happens to sweet little towns -- look at Jackson Hole. Disgraceful.
 
I like your literary style two-bit cowboy.

I'm just glad my little corner of the world gets just enough snow for it to be a slight inconvenience for a few days. Enough to lighten up the gray winter days and motivate folks to get outside into the open air while things look clean and bright, if only for a few minutes. Two to four inches is the norm for a big snow storm here. We did get eleven inches a couple of years ago, and I recall we got a whopping sixteen inch snowfall about 20 years ago. Even so, in most cases it's melted off in 48 hours.
 
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