More Snow

The storm has passed. There are reports from some of my readers further south and west of here that had up to 29 inches of snow. The official reports are that we had 20 inches, but it hardly seems like that to me.

In my lifetime's experience with snow, this was just a blip.

It's said that the Eskimos have a hundred words for snow and I can understand that concept. This snow was what I'd call salty, sandy snow. It is small grained and dry, blowing freely. This was not the wet, heavy type that fell in 1979 and caused our wedding reception to be cancelled and rescheduled! Yes, that's my snowstorm story. I had to freeze my wedding cake, thaw it and serve it at a later date.

Here's a photo in which I have removed the color and upped the constrast so that you can see the sandy nature of the snow. It was drifting and moving like a sand dune.



It's difficult to determine the depth but that becomes apparent when we follow behind the snowblower.



This is an OK method of snow removal but I much preferred when I had a snow blade on my tractor. The Farmer got tired of attaching the blade and rear weights every fall so we moved to this method.

I totally agree that without the proper equipment this snowfall would be a disaster..... say, in Seattle or San Antonio. Hey, I've been in San Antonio when an inch of snow fell. It was BAD.

Here's the front of our house after the snowfall.



It looks bad but that is drifting, not simply accumulated snowfall. That's the level of the sidewalk.



We're not going to worry about clearing that sidewalk for now.

All in all, from my perspective the snowstorm in 1999 was much worse. The Farmer was in Florida and I was left to clear a driveway of wet, heavy and deep snow. It took me TWO days to accomplish the task, much of which had to be done by hand. It was just too much, even for the tractor and blade.

The grandaddy of all storms was in January 1967. I'll talk about that tomorrow but take a peek at what transpired.



Keep warm!

Wild Night

No, not out partying!! We were trying to get some sleep during that storm. It was a loud snowstorm. That sounds stupid but the wind was a steady 30 mph, gusting up to 60. It sounded like a train was going down the road, all night long.

This morning the view is snowy and the local news station says that we had 20 inches in nearby St. Charles - northern Illinois for those of you who asked where we are located. It's about 50 miles due west of Chicago.

We are no strangers to wind in northern Illinois but the freight train variety that roared all night long is unnerving, even to us. It's still blowing but not in the same intensity.

I've not yet been outside to survey the accumulation but it sure doesn't look like 20 inches from my vantage point here in the house. The snowstorm in 1999 seemed much worse. It was a terrible cleanup mess and the Farmer was in Florida! The dig out fell to me.

This time around he's sick. Does he plan these things?

I'll be back later with some photos of the snowfall. I'm going to suit up in my snowmobile gear and take a look. Don't worry, that gear keeps you snug and warm, even at 70 mph on a sled.

Winter Driving in the Midwest

Winter driving in the midwest can be a white knuckle endeavor unless you are used to driving in snow, ice and generally dramatic winter weather. I can't say that I've ever been really nervous except for the time I was driving home in a total white-out event.

In that instance the most unnerving sensation was the fact that I could not get my bearings. In a total white-out you seem to lose the sense of which way is up. That day the fog and snow lifted for a few moments, allowing me to spot some fence posts on the right hand side of the road. In great McGuyver fashion I mentally calculated the approximate distance that the fences would be from the road and used that to position my vehicle in order to stay on the roadway. It was quite tense and not something I'd care to repeat.

Then there was the famous RUMBLE IN THE CORNFIELD.

Take a moment to read about that experience. It was a doozie!!!

You've probably been seeing reports on the weather channel about the big winter storms roaring across the upper midwest. It took down a football stadium and yes, it has the power to do those kinds of things.

A friend and I headed out for the food store yesterday afternoon with the intentions of picking up some things to tide us over in case the storms continued. We'd had a small amount of snow but yesterday morning the winds picked up to gusts of 40 MPH and more. That means indcredible blowing and drifting snow.

I had my friend and co-pilot man the camera so that we could show you a few things about the dynamics of wind and snow. Here's the video:



Notice how the telephone poles are leaning after years of being bombarded by the wind.

Here's what happened after my friend stopped filming. There were three snowplows in a row, one after the other. The first one passed and the drifting snow was creating a white out condition. Luckily the snowplows are very brightly colored and have strobe lights flashing so I was able to determine where my lane was. However, because of the white out conditions we could not see that we were driving right into a 3 foot snow drift. Trapped. Stuck in the unseeable.

The third snowplow passed us just as we hit the drift. He saw what happened and backed up to help us. That DOES NOT MEAN he got out of his truck. You do not leave your vehicle in a case like this. You want the protection of a couple thousand pounds of steel in case someone else comes along and slides in your direction. This applies to rain or other types of emergencies. You do not want to be standing unprotected on a roadway.



He rolled down his window and guided me into straightening out my wheels so that I could rock back and forth - car in drive, car in reverse, car in drive, car in reverse, until we were released from the drift. We backed up and the plow passed us, which allowed us to move over to the wrong side of the road which the three trucks had just plowed. This was safe because there were no other cars approaching from either direction.

Up we drove, another 1/4 mile or so, until we reached a place to turn around..... AND GO BACK HOME!!

The most important thing in any situation of this type is to realize that you are putting yourself in danger. If your gutt tells you it's dangerous - listen! There was no reason to continue. There was nothing at the food store that was worth risking our safety. The main road would have been even more treacherous because of the thousands of acres of open cornfields on either side. Those roads can drift shut literally MINUTES after the plows have gone through.

The second thing is not to panic. There would have been no purpose to gunning the engine, either trying to muscle my way through the drift or attempting to fly backwards out of it. As the plow driver knew, slow and steady will get you out. (This did NOT apply in the Rumble in the Cornfield event).

So, here's what I propose. Those of you who live in warmer climates are welcome to come north and I'll provide a winter driving class. What do you think? All the hot chocolate you can drink!!