Two monster storms. Five days. Thirty-nine inches of snow. We may be the envy of Vancouver right now; but, really, only a polar bear or penguin could love this much snow. It’s pretty while it’s coming down, but we’ve had way more than our share this year. Officially we’ve had 72.1 inches of snow this season; we average just over 20 inches a year. So, for those of you doing the math we’ve had more than three years worth of snow this winter. We’re ahead of Buffalo, Chicago, Denver and Burlington, VT.
Wednesday’s storm was my first official blizzard. Ironic that I got it here rather than in Vermont where you’d think it would be more common. Of course, I got my first and only earthquake in Vermont rather than California’s more active seismic zone. Maybe I’m just destined to experience natural disasters in unusual locations.
The blizzard raged for more than 24 hours before dwindling to flurries. In the process it left a winter wonderland behind. Below, scenes from the blizzard from start to finish. Early in the storm, snow coated the trees, layering on top of the 17 inches from the first storm five days earlier.
As the storm cranked up, the trees began to get weighed down from the heavy wet snow and my hanging baskets began to vanish.
At the height of the storm, visibility diminished and vehicles turned into lumps.
As the storm wound down, the trees started to look like overgrown bushes as they brushed the ground.
As twilight fell, the snow piled so high the view from my living room looked like a tree was perched on a hill rather than its normal flat as a pancake surface.
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