A 1994 Snowfall

         Here is an account I came upon while going through my 1994 diary:

    Mid-January we were buried by a series of snowfalls.  Waking up on January 16th, I saw there was eight inches of the white stuff that had accumulated on the driveway, so I spent that Sunday morning shoveling.  Then the next day, a Monday, I woke up to find a foot of new snow on the driveway, but since I had to go to work, I didn’t have time to shovel it, so I just depended on the Subaru to plow its way up the driveway.  It even made it through the thick drifted area up at the road.   The Highways Department hadn’t gotten around to plow the road yet, but I made it to work okay.

    The snow continued for the rest of that day, and when I got back home after work, I decided not to attempt to drive down the driveway, because the snow looked so deep.  In fact, after I stopped at the top of the drive, I opened the car door, and discovered, that when I opened it, the door pushed snow.  Once I stepped out into the snow, it went up to my knees.

    I mushed myself down to the house to get the snow shovel, then fought my way back up through the thick snow and spent 40 minutes shoveling snow away from the car so my wife would be able get the car out when she drove in to teach her night class.

    That evening while she was at the school, one of the Zimmerman boys from the farm family up the road came by with one of their big tractors with a blade on it and plowed my driveway all the way down to the house, but I still had to shovel snow until 9:00 to clear the snow out of our turn-around spot. 

         The final accumulation of snow was probably between 18 and 20 inches, but in drifted areas it was 3 feet deep, and some of the piles left from the plowing were four feet high.

        Note the photo is not of that 1994 snowfall, but it gives you an idea of what things were like.

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