The drifts in the driveway were up to my waist. Suffice to say, there was work to be done. My wife started at the apron (hardest part) and I at the garage. After about an hour and a half, we took a lunch break. When work resumed, we found that the city came by with their plows and walled us in, negating all of the work done on the apron. Thanks guys! Please raise our property taxes again so that we don't lose these fantastic city services.
Anyway, after about another 2 hours we finally finished.
All told, it was pretty fun and a great workout. It reminded me of the winters I remember from my childhood. I have heard many people mention the sense of community bond that is formed in such times. Having to dig your ass out of two feet of snow sort of transcends social/economic differences. It actually reminded me of the 2003 blackout, where everyone was out on their front porches with candles, enduring the hot sticky weather as a neighborhood. Very warm and fuzzy.
Now stop snowing. My back hurts.
As a follow up to this, the next day I came home in the afternoon to find my apron walled in again. This time with heavy, frozen slop up to my knees. Another 1/2 hour of shoveling. Thanks again city services (I know they have to clear the street but jeez...I'm glad I didn't have groceries).
