Buried Treasure Hunting

Some called it a Snowpocalypse, or Snowmaggedon...and maybe they were right. This was the view out my friend's apartment on Saturday morning (and it was still snowing). Her car is the second from the left on the first row. Don't see it?! I am not surprised. So... maybe I underestimated how annoying and dangerous this much snow, in such a little amount of time, could be.

We decided to start the snow clearing process in the afternoon by hitting snow off of the roof (see below). We were a little worried this would hurt innocent bystanders (images of the anvil falling on the coyote and the words "LOOK OUT BELOW" come to mind), so we obviously made a point of looking down before throwing large chunks of snow from the roof. I have to admit, this process was amusing and by far the easiest of our snow clearing attempts.

Then, came the hard part. At night once the snow was done falling, we attempted the impossible...digging her car out. Armed with a pitcher and a broom...we felt the loss of our failure to purchase a shovel...HARD. Seriously, I wish we bought a shovel or a snowblower instead of food. Lucky for us, people are nice in blizzards and a neighbor lent us a shovel. Unluckily for us, after like 2 hours of trudging in the snow, turning our entire bodies numb and bright red, and getting both arm and leg work outs, the car would NOT budge. I even attempted to dig out the tire, as my friend text suggested, "like a little animal digging a tunnel", and that did not help ether. We tried a good 4 times and the wheels just ran, or the car veered towards the car next to it and we thought we would cause an accident, and we had to give up. It is times like these that I miss living in Florida, or I at least blame being a Floridian for not owning a shovel, or knowing how to remove the car from that much snow. A good workout I suppose, and I definitely had images of the Titanic in my brain both in the discovery phase of the ship underwater and the whole not being to speak because you are so cold (Seriously, by the end I was laughing like an old man with emphysema), but ultimately this adventure was an EPIC failure. With snow up to my waist, my non-waterproof gloves getting soaked completely through, and my entire body screaming for me to stop, it was time for some hot chocolate. My conclusion of this experience....SNOWSTORMS SUCK.

At this rate it looks like I am stuck until Tuesday and probably should have made my friend come to my place in the city where we would have been less likely to be stranded. Oh well, at least I thought enough ahead to prepare my dog for the snow. He might hate it, be too small for it, and not know what to do with it, but hey, at least he looks good walking in it.