Finally, and the point of this post, is that "no one" made me use and abuse lots of non-cycling muscles over the weekend.
|Partway through the storm|
While "no one" now ranks as the 5th snowiest storm in Boston, it actually didn't earn official blizzard status, according to this seemingly cranky guy at boston.com, having less than 3 hours of 35mph sustained winds. But the winds that kept us awake overnight certainly were impressive, and they made for some interesting drifts and differences in the depth of snow. Our deck out back didn't look that impressive, but the driveway in the front of the house was a whole different story.
Saturday morning, we planned to head out for a walk by the river before doing any shoveling, but the thigh deep snow in the driveway forced us to do a little just to get out the door!
|Those two antennae are the windshield wipers on my car!|
|Pamela holding a metre stick.|
|Yes, that is the same metre stick!|
|Pamela successfully summit-ed the mountain at the end of the driveway. Clearing this will be a chore!|
|This is what lay beyond the driveway!|
|And this is a numbered highway.|
|The Charles River|
|Snow-covered pedestrian bridge over the Charles...|
|...and the view from it.|
|Plows, regrouping for the next round|
|Fortunately we have a good place to store snow. Our neighbors who put their cars IN the garage aren't so lucky. Not only do they have to clear the entire driveway. They have to find a place to put it.|
|And given how close together the houses are, that's the real challenge. In years gone by, some of our neighboars have had to have front-end loaders haul away their snow. We just keep piling it up in the lower part of the driveway.|
The reward for all that hard work (well, once the driving ban was lifted and the trails had been groomed) was that we could head 5 miles away and enjoy some lovely x-c skiing! Sunday turned sunny and warm and made for a perfect day to be outside. The powdery snow was a bit challenging for skating, so Pamela opted for classical, but John decided to abuse his skating muscles.
At this stage neither of us can move! We've tortured all our non-cycling muscles, and our massage therapist is going to be the beneficiary! Still, a change is as good as a rest! So I am still happy that "no one" came to town.