
03/01/10, 05:51 AM
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Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Northern Michigan (U.P.)
Posts: 9,489
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That morning of "the big snow" (60 inches), my son had a wrestling meet 100 miles away and I was taking him an a few more wrestlers. I'd only gone a few miles and it got hard to see the road. My son got out and wiped the snow off the headlights as it was piling up. I didn't realize how deep the snow was and in the time it too to get into town, we gained another foot of snow. The school parking lt looked like it hadn't been plowed all winter. The side streets were closed and the plow trucks were trying to keep the main roads clear. My son wanted to stay at a friend's house, so I dropped him off and headed home. The country roads were real bad. I had 4 wheel drive and good tires, so figured I could go through it. I did, sort of. As I came down the last quarter mile to the house, the snow was so deep that as I drove into it, the part above my hood began to pile up on the hood until I couldn't see to drive. I had to stop 100 feet from my driveway, so I could clear the hood. But I couldn't open the door to get out. My wofe came out and shoveled a place next to the door so I could get out. I cleared the hood, backed up a bit and pile drived (pile drove?) into the driveway. And the snow kept coming.
But this screwy winter we haven't had much snow at all, way below normal.
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