Some shots from the neighborhood before, during and after all the fun.

It begins!

I dragged my wife out on a beer run at 8am yesterday since it was becoming apparent the storm was going to be a biggun. I grabbed a mixed six pack of Founders, Bell’s and Long Trail.

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That truck full of hot bread was just asking to be jacked.

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By 3pm the shit was really hitting the fan. My street is classified as tertiary and thus didn’t end up getting plowed once until around 8pm. Yet a brave few violating the driving ban saw the 20 inches of undisturbed powder as a challenge and attempted to drive down it, only to end up stuck in front of my window. This dumbass could have had a shot but didn’t carry nearly enough momentum. He was stuck for a good half an hour, at one point blocking the path of a fire truck responding to a call and forcing it to navigate a sketchy turn, before he forced his passenger out to push him back to the intersection.

Speaking of pushing. This corner claimed, at various points, an ambulance, a plow, a delivery truck, and several front-wheel-drive sedans as victims.

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Post-car streets.

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My kitchen window had about five feet of snow backed up against it when we woke up.

So we made a snow cave!

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Compare this to the “before” photo above.

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A E-sized A-Class.

You shall not pass!

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Trudging home.