Snow Day

One of the things I really like about living in Riverton is the fact that it's technically "mid-valley." Meaning, we don't live on a "bench" of the mountains, so our level of snow tends to be a lot lower than other places. When the benches are getting pounded, we get an inch. In fact, we get away with not plowing our driveways most of the winter (well, we should, but being the "Klopecks" of the neighborhood, if we can get up and down our driveway, we don't care about keeping it clear).

But this year has been a bit different. We've gotten a lot more snow than normal. I knew a storm was on its way, but I was a bit surprised when we woke up to this:



The heavy snow, combined with the wind, created one of those blizzards you see on Christmas movies, and caused a bunch of really weird snow drifts.

Jesse decided this wasn't a day that we could ignore the front walk, so he dressed up in his snowboarding gear (complete with goggles, because of the swirling wind and snow), and shoveled the walk. Can you see that pile behind him? And check out the roof! (As of this second, the gap has almost totally been bridged, and we have a tunnel!)

Then Jesse decided to attack the driveway. We were supposed to be getting ready for church about now. Then I saw the pile that blocked our cars in. Not an impossible depth, but still!

My friend Mandy lives in Seattle right now, and I remember reading on her blog how when it snowed an inch, her church meetings were canceled. I kind of laughed at that (as did she) because, being from Utah, I don't ever remember church meetings being canceled because of snow.

When our phones started ringing, I really was a bit surprised. No church! In Utah? When does THAT ever happen?

Didn't stop Jesse from continuing to clear the driveway.

Here's Jesse in the middle of the snowdrift on the driveway. At least a foot-and-a-half! Again, not particularly weird for Salt Lake, but for Riverton, very unusual.

Our neighbor has a four-wheeler with a shovel attached to it and he enjoys moving snow around. Even he was having a tough time getting shoveled out. Our street is at least knee-deep, and last I checked, a bunch of the neighbor kids were out playing in it!