Let it snow, let it snow, let it (you get the idea)

[greatbear]

Make no mistake about it. I LOVE snow. Always have. Of course, that love came about as a kid, where days off of school and romping around in the white stuff made for fun during my formative years. Later in my adult workaday life, snow can sometimes be a headache, and I got busted up pretty bad in a car accident on my way to work in the stuff. But when I have a rare chance to enjoy a serious snowfall (none of that couple inches shit) and not have to deal with travel, work or other hassles, I relax and just drink it all in. I dont have to worry about being snowed in, I can easily dig myself out and I have the big old 4wd Dodge Cummins to blast around in, there is lots of food and stuff in the house.

This time, the snow started nicely on Saturday afternoon, wrapping it's calming blanket over the area. People stopped driving around, the night fell in a purple-grey fog. During the night that somewhat eerie yellowish brightness can be seen through the windows. Houses in the distance are obscured by the fog, and the lights are barely visible. The quiet atmosphere lets me actually hear the snow hitting the ground in a soft crystalline hiss. There is a certain snugness and warmth in the house when it snows, as the stuff acts as an insulator. I revel in the anechoic silence around me and sleep like, well, a bear in hibernation.

Sunday morning greeted me with 12-17 inches of snow. I grabbed my only working camera and fired off some shots of my winter wonderland. Little did I know there was a huge smudge on the lens that I somehow imported from NYC, so the shots have an appropriate haze to them.


The Blue Atlas cedar in the front yard wears it's coat well.


Front yard, or North Pole?


The old Dodge looking kinda creepy.


Okay, all this snow has to be dealt with. Out come the snowblowers. The big one I christened "By-Tor", 10 horsepower worth of snow eating beast. The little electric one, of course, is "Snow Dog", who loves to romp in the powder.


By-Tor and the Snow Dog. Rush fans will know these names.


With By-Tor and Snow Dog ready, we squared for battle with the snow and let the fray begin. The big one makes short work of the driveways, the little one handles the deck and walkways.


Almost too easy.



Looks like I found the Sunday paper after By-Tor got hold of it and ate it.


A quick jaunt to the store for fuel, groceries and a replacement paper was the extent of my travels today. My need for a 'real' snowstorm was filled nicely, and the weekdays can begin with minimum hassle. I still take my time heading to work, since my love for driving in the snow has been dashed long ago with the advent of self-important people in SUVs bombing around with impunity making life on the streets way too dangerous, crowded, and un-fun. My trip to NYC ended in time to have the Big Apple-ites socked in with their biggest blizzard in history. Knowing them, though, life will go on more or less the same. They are used to this.

Comments

[enhydrasf.livejournal.com]

By-Tor and the Snow Dog fucking rocks. I have a bootleg Rush cd with a live version of that song.

[ciddyguy.livejournal.com]

Nice! I love a good snow myself even if we don't get the really big ones about every 7 years or so. The last really big snow we got was in 1996. At that time we endured snow, thaw, refreeze, snow, thaw refreeze - add a couple of days or so of this and then have it rain all day long.

Marinas, carports etc came crashing down. It was a sight to behold lemme tell you.

[bearlover.livejournal.com]

That's funny. I said to myself this morning "Man, I wish this shit would just melt already." LOL.

[tofercub.livejournal.com]

Dont forget to "howl at the mid-winter moon".
Name THAT Rush song!
I LOVE a good snowstorm as well. Its plays a small part in my love of snowboarding. :o)

[liftinmoose.livejournal.com]

I love snow too!!! I walked out to Brooklyn Bridge!