We were promised a storm and we got one. There wasn't really much came down, maybe five inches, but the wind was in architecture mode and as fast as it fell, it collected in dunes.
We went to bed, and just before midnight were woken by flashing lights right outside. There was a car and a tow truck making hard work of it. We watched for a bit, then I went downstairs to get a drink. Tom was still up, and told me all about it.
The car had hit a drift at the end of our drive and stopped. His wheels were off the ground. Tom had gone out to try to help him but they couldn't do anything, so he called the tow truck, who winched him off. Had he woken us, Martin could have got the tractor, but Tom still hasn't quite got the hang of what constitutes a Dad-waking emergency. We'll discuss that. Nevertheless, I am extremely proud of my boy for offering assistance to a stranded stranger. May have more details on that later.
I was woken this morning by the sound of a heavy engine revving, looked out the window and it was a snowplough, fighting with the same drift which by now was a monster, about 5 feet high. After about 20 attempts he finally got through, but it was iffy there for a bit.
The drifts are sculpted and really qute amazing. This is what formed round the truck:
So today will be digging day. Tyler will be busy clearing people's drives etc, as and when he can get into town. At least the roads are being cleared. Now we just have to dig out the driveway. This is where we kiss the tractor. With a snowblower it would take hours. With a shovel? Forget it.