That is what they were calling it. Was it? I don’t know but we go nailed! It looks to be around two feet. That’s 24 inches of glorious white fluffy flakes… until you have to shovel it, then it quickly becomes crap!
Lancaster sat directly in the path of the storm, so the area was quite a flutter with the upcoming weather event since last Friday. Businesses closed, schools let out, all before the first flake even started it’s descend from the sky. I left work a little before two and on my way home stopped off at the yarn shop. Most people around here stock up on milk, bread & eggs; me, I need crafting supplies! Upon entering the center I was greeted by a fleet of trucks all patiently waiting for the madness to begin.
I managed to make it home just as the snowy fog rolled in.
6am the next morning.
Somewhere in the middle of it.
At least Jimi was enjoying himself!
My snow-covered gnome-home.
As luck would have it, we are in the middle of another mammoth storm! I’m sure I’ll have more pictures to share after I dig out, again!