Back in January/February of 2004, my ex, son and I we living in our country home in SW Washington state.
It hardly ever snows in this region, and even them, most of the time we get an inch or two, and it's gone the next day or so.
This time the forecast called for six inches or so on the valley floor, IIRC. Our house is at 660 feet above sea level, the valley is very close to sea level. We figured we'd get snowed in for a day or two and we could use the 4WD SUV to get out of we need to.
By mid-afternoon on the first day, there was fifteen inches of snow in the ground. I had sick feeling in my stomach - our house is at the end of about a mile and a half of gravel road, which was a spur off of a very minor paved road. There would be now plows coming within two and a half miles of our home.
I wondered how long it would take to melt all that snow.
Two days later, there was close to three feet of accumulated anowfall. The temperature had been hovering between 17-20F.
On the ninth day, the electricity went out. We were already out of food that didn't need cooking, and most of what was left was frozen solid in the garage freezer. It was only a matter of time before the pipes froze, as it had not been warmer than 20F in over a week, and we had no means to heat the house. Our son was a toddler, and we had two dogs to look after. We had to get out.
Tried to make it out in the 4WD after digging out as much as I could. Made it about a hundred yards past the end of the driveway. One of our neighbors towed us to the paved road with hia tractor and we eventually made it to a motel about 20 miles away that still had electricity.
I fucking hate snow.
It hardly ever snows in this region, and even them, most of the time we get an inch or two, and it's gone the next day or so.
This time the forecast called for six inches or so on the valley floor, IIRC. Our house is at 660 feet above sea level, the valley is very close to sea level. We figured we'd get snowed in for a day or two and we could use the 4WD SUV to get out of we need to.
By mid-afternoon on the first day, there was fifteen inches of snow in the ground. I had sick feeling in my stomach - our house is at the end of about a mile and a half of gravel road, which was a spur off of a very minor paved road. There would be now plows coming within two and a half miles of our home.
I wondered how long it would take to melt all that snow.
Two days later, there was close to three feet of accumulated anowfall. The temperature had been hovering between 17-20F.
On the ninth day, the electricity went out. We were already out of food that didn't need cooking, and most of what was left was frozen solid in the garage freezer. It was only a matter of time before the pipes froze, as it had not been warmer than 20F in over a week, and we had no means to heat the house. Our son was a toddler, and we had two dogs to look after. We had to get out.
Tried to make it out in the 4WD after digging out as much as I could. Made it about a hundred yards past the end of the driveway. One of our neighbors towed us to the paved road with hia tractor and we eventually made it to a motel about 20 miles away that still had electricity.
I fucking hate snow.
