When I went out to my car yesterday morning, it was mostly cleared of snow. The work that I had done on Sunday was mostly focused on the sides near the doors and the rear that would block me from backing out of my space. When the plows finally came Monday evening, they took care of the rest.
At least, that's how it appeared. However, once I was back in front of my car, I saw that the hood of my car had a pile of snow on it that was over three feet tall (that was connected to an even large pile on the adjacent hill) and the wind had blown lots of snow under my car. I turned on the engine to heat things up in the hopes that would make it easier to get going. The weather has been pretty warm since the blizzard, so my windows weren't frosted over, which helped. After a few minutes, I decided to try backing out. The snow under my car had made a sort of tall hump that prevented me from getting much traction: I would back up and my tires would spin. I ended up rocking the car back and forth (backing up, braking, following forward, then backing up with the natural momentum of the car) and finally got free. I still had to clear off a bunch of snow from the hood, but the worst was over.
The roads were all pretty bad. I live in a suburb of Baltimore and most streets have multiple lanes, but in nearly every case, only one lane was cleared. At first I was mad that city crews hadn't worked harder, but then I realized that we got 32 inches of snow in a day and a half. To put that in perspective, Baltimore County received 42 inches of snow in all of 2015. The resources to deal with this much snow just didn't exist. The fact that I made it to work at all was kind of amazing.
Dealing with the snow has been a hassle, sure, but I haven't been in danger, so I really have nothing to complain about.
1 comment:
Snow is pretty to look at, but much harder to live with. I am thankful to live in southern California.
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