I used to think back to the winters I experienced as a kid, and how the snow drifts would be huge and you could plod through waste high snow banks, and how much worse winters were back then, and so on. Obviously, the fact that I was smaller had a lot to do with that.
Lately, the snow is deep enough that I’m getting flashbacks of digging out forts inside large mountains of snow that were left behind by the plows. I’m pretty sure that I could do a cannonball from my second story window and just sorta slip into the snow with a “foop”, and not touch the group. I won’t be trying that, so I’m afraid you’ll just have to take my word for it.
In the late 90’s, my brother ( at forever endeavour ) and I climbed up onto the roof of the garage and cleared the three feet of snow from it out into the back yard. That snow WAS in fact deep enough to cannonball into, and I actually did do it, giggling like an idiot the whole time. Something about jumping off a roof just sets off a certain stupidity gene that I think all us guys have. Gotta be that Y chromosome… or more accurately: the “WHY??” chromosome.
Anyway, I took some photos of the road and back yard when all this snow began earlier this year. It’s not all from the same storm, but I thought the same season would be good enough. Click for larger images.