OK, so last week we were what I thought was “snowed in” meaning the driveway was unpassable. The week before we were “snowed in”. Last Friday brought “snowed in” to a new level.
My husband has been parking the car at the end of the driveway and walking the driveway in order to get to work. In a desperate attempt to get out, I decided to try it. I did it, but will never do that again. The places in the driveway that are covered are covered by mounds of snow ranging from 3 to 6 feet high. Luckily it what not all soft snow, so in many places we were able to climb over them. But what a workout. Imagine, it is 14 below, but you do not feel cold at all because you are climbing snow mounds with a thirty pound munchkin in the sling. You only notice the cold because you are out of breath, and when you stop to take a breath, you uncover your face, inhale and and there is like no air. And it freezes everything insode when you breath. Never again!
So the next day, the tractor blew out our driveway. Woohoo. Then it snowed again. Then the winds blew again. I cannot get around to the back of my house to the woodshed (because of what else-snow), so we put our wood in the barn. 9 AM Friday morning, I put on my boots, coat and hat to go to the barn and get wood and five feet from my door is a wall of snow up to my waist. I attempted to climb over it only to find it is that loose powdery snow and I sink. So I had to trudge through it only to find a bigger mound in front of the barn. I was seriously starting to wigg out. I called my husband and told him not to come home out of fear I would find him dead from being stuck on the middle of a snow mound in the driveway. He laughed me off (for what it’s worth, my opinion of my spouse has gone up dramatically watching him walk that twice a day, getting up in the middle of the night to tend the fire and chop wood etc.). Fortunately we were blown out that evening-which I doubted was possible. I watched those mounds get bigger and bigger each hour.
We got to Church yesterday and stocked up majorly on food because it is supposed to snow again tomorrow. Woo hoo! I think if I had a snow mobile (and it seems we are the only rejects who are not Amish who do not around here), I would think this much more fun.