Yep, that’s my response. Now, living on the East Coast, I’ve been stormed by the best storms, but this one actually scared me for a while. Winds topped out at 122 km/hr, which translates to almost 76 mph. I was lying in bed, listening to the windows creak and the power lines moan, and wondering if I was going to spend the night trying desperately to cover holes in the roof or blown in windows.
Everything held together, though. We only lost power for an hour, which was amazing, because just before it came back on, I’d heard they were calling all the crews off the road for safety reasons. Getting across to the barn to check on the ponies was an adventure. At 4:30 that afternoon, the snow was up to my knees and no big deal to get through. At 6:30, it was up to my shoulders (see the picture) and impossible to climb.
It was 9 o’clock before the wind had packed it hard enough that I could crawl across the drift. I used the broken mallet handle from the morning to help support my weight, and set off blindly into the wind. It felt like an hour, but was probably only five minutes, before I ran into one of the fence posts.
The ponies were fine, but there was a lot of snow in the barn. I closed up a few more places, put plywood over half the door and prayed the old pony wouldn’t decide he wanted to hang his head out. He’s a storm watcher, and if there’s wind and snow and really unpleasant stuff happening, you can find him with his head stuck out the door, or out a window, completely snow-covered and enjoying every minute of it.
The next morning, the drift was as high as my head, but packed so hard I literally cut a set of stairs into the snow and walked over to the barn like it was summer. Ironically enough, because I had no plans to go anywhere, this is how the snow built up around the car:
Mother Nature having a good laugh at my expense.
Today, it’s supposed to rain. I need to go salt the woodpile to melt the ice around it and get some wood in the basement before the next round of snowstorms.
Because she’s not done with us yet.
I’m expecting a spectacular summer after this.