After moving to Ithaca, the first big snowstorm we experienced was in November, right before Thanksgiving.
We were not prepared at all.
The heat in our house is primarily from a pellet stove. We did not buy enough pellets to get us through a few days, and we had no snowblower or shovel to clear out the driveway. We were cold and trapped. It was horrid.
Snowmageddon started on Monday night. I got an alert from the college that school was closed at around 5:00 AM, so I went back to sleep and settled in for a day of nothing. We had a snow blower now, and a shovel, and some salt for the sidewalk, and extra food, and enough pellets for a week. We were set this time.
Or so we thought.
What we realized was we know nothing.
On Tuesday, we decided to go out in the afternoon and clear out the driveway, that way it wouldn’t be as bad on Wednesday, just in case I had to go to work. Well, the snow blower couldn’t handle all the snow. It was too high and too heavy. We only have one shovel. So Marc and I took turns shoveling our driveway that seemed like it was a million miles long at the time, and the wind was blowing so bad it’s like the minute we moved some snow, it was blowing right back. We then dug my car out, and went back inside.
Thankfully the school was closed again Wednesday, so at 2:30 PM, we went back out for round 2. There was a snow drift in the middle of the driveway that was about 4 feet. We tried to call some plowing places, but everyone was too busy to come out and do one driveway.
We had to shovel it in layers. Marc went into the garage and found a dustpan, and was chiseling the top layers of snow off so it was easier to shovel. That’s right, we were out shoveling 4 to 5 feet of snow with one shovel and a dust pan. We were clearly masters of the snow.
At this point we were questioning our life choices, as we sometimes do.
We made a pathway for Marc’s car, and shimmied it down the driveway, as he would have to get out to work on Thursday.
Now we have come to this morning. The sun was shining, and the beast had passed. Marc went out and spent 2 hours digging out a small pathway at the end of the driveway where the plows had blocked us in. I was tasked with clearing out the remainder of the end of the driveway, and the spot behind my car.
As I watched Marc drive out of the driveway to leave for work, a plow came right behind him and closed the driveway back up. Sighing, I put on my ten layers of clothes, stuck in my headphones, and headed out into the tundra dragging the shovel behind me. I haven’t been doing my homework for my self-defense class, so I still have no arm muscles, and my arms were feeling it from two days of shoveling. So this morning I was half-assing the shoveling.
I cleared a few areas, then went and stood in front of the mountain at the end of the driveway. It was about 4 and a half feet high, all rocks and ice chunks and snow. There were two larger mountains on the left and right, about 5 and 6 feet tall. I pushed the shovel into the mountain, it pushed back, and I surrendered to winter. I kicked the mountain, or what I could see of it with my huge hood on with my ear muffs and my hat underneath. I dragged my shovel back to the garage, came inside, sat in front of the pellet stove to dry off, and called a plow.
Take that stupid snow.
BUT THE SNOW WAS NOT DONE WITH ME YET.
SO, get this, snow plow comes I’m outside waving the guy to the correct house, he clears off the end of the driveway, then books it going crazy fast into the driveway, his truck flies into one of the 8 foot tall mountains, and GETS. STUCK. I stood there watching him try to back up, but the plow was stuck on the top of the mountain, and the truck could not get enough traction on the driveway to back up. Our next door neighbors daughter is shaking her head. She was not pleased I called her in the first place.
I sighed, and went back inside. Only I would think of calling a plow, only to have it get stuck and then need a tow.
I watched the truck out the window in our laundry room for a good ten minutes, assuming he called for some sort of back up. Then another truck comes in, they hook the truck up to the plow, and the guy pulls it free. The plow proceeds to clear out our driveway.
In conclusion, it is March, Snowmageddon kicked our ass, our snow blower is useless in heavy snow, and shoveling is. a. bitch. Oliver has also not been able to use the bathroom in the backyard since Tuesday, after I lost him in a snowbank Tuesday afternoon. Thankfully our house has some sort of tornado around it, so the front and side have a perfectly clear ring of grass. Oliver is still not pleased.
I’d like to say we’ll be more prepared next year, but I highly doubt it. We just aren’t very good at wintering, apparently. I mean, if you call a snow plow, and the snow plow gets stuck in your driveway and needs to call a tow truck, I think that’s some sort of sign. I’m still analyzing it, but it has to be a sign. Thankfully summer is coming, and we are much better at summering than wintering. Winter 2. Stephanie and Marc 0.