Not a record, but we received upwards of 14" of the fluffy white stuff in less than 24 hours. I stayed home from work (They never opened, regardless) and hacked away at clearing the driveway and making a path through the back yard for the dogs. However, I ran out of steam when the county came through and plowed a huge berm right into my driveway's approach. I could swear the county snowplow driver had a big grin on his face as he buried us within mere minutes of us digging ourselves out earlier. So I refilled the tractor's gas tank, plopped #2 Son on the seat, gave him some rudimentary training, and let him take care of the problem. That's our mailbox I was in the process of digging out when my wife handed me the camera. The twin-cylinder Briggs, wheel weights, tire chains, and hydrostat on the Bolens all worked admirably in taming not only our driveway, but the two neighbors' properties, also.
I then went inside, drew a hot bath to take care of the frostbite I'd foolishly ignored during the day, and rehydrated with warm spiced cider. I'm still sore from shoveling and dealing with the frostbite on my legs, knees, nose, and ears. Vitamin M (Motrin) is the order of the day.
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