(Just not Icetastrophe - that's a grade B, C, possible Z movie made in Hope, whereby an alien ice somethingorother comes from outer space and lands right in front of the Hope post office and starts gobbling up the earth ... available on the internet for people who are terminally bored ... or drunk ... or Hope fanatics...)
We got dumped on.
Official count - 26 point something inches.
Handyman Rob handily cleaned off my car (and the walkway). (And at the back from deck to front gate, providing access, plus small area for dogs. When the temp goes up and stuff thaws, I will have an unpleasant chore...)
Following day my daughter and I wanted out for groceries. Rob opined that I wouldn't be able to make it out of the laneway (hah! I spent 60 years in Ontario, 40 of them out in the country...but that was then) and so gunned it out backwards into the street.
He aimed for his truck tracks in the unplowed street (town not really equipped to deal with this kind of dump...but they did pretty good, eventually even plowing one arm of our little elbow street, and the garbage truck pretty well dealt with the other arm), missed by a couple of vital inches, had to push, w. help from daughter and, fortunately, next-door neighbor we almost never see who popped out. I managed to drive ahead to end of street, cleared by the church for their parking. When we returned, on Rob's advice, I tried parking on the street in the space his truck had been in. I might have been better off going back into my lane. Next day had to dig a little and do some rockin' to get out again. Now park in my lane, where the snow behind has been worn down enough.
Temperatures too have been abnormal - 9 below Celcius, feels like 19 below, with a nice bit o' breeze, colder at night. But as of early next week the temps go up to 4 or 5 above daytime, remain a bit above freezing at night, and *RAIN*. Should be messy, esp. in the dog lavatory beyond the deck, but a lot of snow will go. Then, of course, temps dip, but only a little, and we get some more snow, but only a little...
Meanwhile, back where I spent those 60 years in Ontario, they're getting seasonal amounts of low temp and high snow. Here I remain bootless (have warm shoes) and parka-less, so there.