So, Dec 26-27 we got five inches of snow chased by 65 mph winds. This left a respectable covering across the driveway at Redquarters, including two decent drifts*, one about 18″ deep and the big one that took up just under a third of the driveway and that was 3′ 6″ deep at the core. We practice artisanal, traditional, small-batch snow removal, meaning Dad and I spent a goodly amount of the late morning and early afternoon shoveling, with a 45 min pause in the middle. A few thoughts on the experience, which will no doubt be repeated frequently between now and late April.
- Snow is heavy. It gets heavier the longer you spend moving it, and the more it melts.
- 3X1hr at the gym =/= 2X1.5 hr shoveling snow. Not at all.
- You just think you are in good shape. Then you start clearing a driveway and walks.
- Pavement expands when snow is applied to it. It also contracts when you try to park extra vehicles on it, but that’s for another day.
- All drifts grow a foot deeper once you start shoveling at them.
- On the other hand, shoveling snow for three hours is a good way to get your mind off the mysterious aches and twinges your mind keeps trying to blow out of proportion.
6a. That is, unless you keel over from a heart attack while moving snow, in which case you probably should not have ignored the crushing chest pain, shortness of breath, and ache in your arm and shoulder.
7. What the drift looked like when I started:
8. What the drift looked like after 5 min of shoveling:
9. What it looked like after 90 minutes of work:
10 What I felt like when I finished:
11. What I did when I heard the forecast for snow that night:
*I know, my readers from snowier and more northerly climes are giggling like mad. For Dad and I, those were decent drifts to dispose of.