I had a meter stick in the back yard and I watched the snow creep up and then over that stick. A day and a half with a lake effect squall sitting over top of us.
I went out to clear the snow from the gate and I had to climb over the fence, I jumped down and plunk into the snow up to my chest! I was stuck. Eventually I managed to move the snow away so I could maneuver out, and then grabbed the shovel and started clearing the gate.
My neighbour came by with the tractor and snow blower and cleared my driveway, and a path to the barn, and once I cleared the paddock gate he went and cleared a path for the horses to get from the barn to the bale feeder.
Is it any wonder I hate winter.
