Oregonians tend to get overly excited about the weather. This time, it was actually warranted ... evidence to follow:
Notice the beautiful snow. Notice the beautiful Mustang, incapacitated by the snow. Steve, you sucka! (My Forester, by the way, handles the snow like a dream. Without chains, I might add. Sucka!)
Our front fence is 3 feet high, and the drift covers almost the whole thing. Of course, just a few feet in front of that, there are still blades of grass poking through the snow. Two days of wind gusts (hitting up to 60 MPH) make for interesting sculpture!
Our poor heat pump. This is after we dug it out the first day. Guess what fun task Steve took on again while I was at work today?
More fantastic drifts; these are at least 5 feet high and could smother a Ronda.
Ready to hot tub and grill. Brrrrr-atwurst, anyone?