Little flakes big snow

I grew up with a lot of Native American kids.  One of them taught me that little flakes mean big snow.  They said it was a Shoshone saying.  I googled it to see if that were true and apparently several Native American tribes claim the phrase.

Anyway.  Little flakes big snow.

All day.

It started snowing yesterday morning.  It looked very pretty and provided a lovely backdrop to the Christmas decorations.  I listened to a Christmas station on Pandora as I went about my day and as the hour got closer that I needed to venture out to get Mark, and I heard different versions of Let it Snow, I felt like the song was mocking me.

Because I did have some place to go.

I texted Adam:

There were about 6 inches of snow on the ground by the time I left and I made my way on unplowed streets toward his school.  The lower I got the more well traveled the streets were.  I made it there with only one dicey part when I nearly slid into a UPS truck that was stuck on a street.

Mark and I made our way back uphill and it got steeper and more snowy.

A small pickup truck in front of us slid and ended up facing us.  It got over into the other lane so I could keep full steam ahead. 

At one point I had to back up and try again several times.

I made it to our street and about halfway up, I could go no further.  I backed down and parked and Mark and I walked home.

We spent the next 1 1/2 hours shoveling our driveway and sidewalk.  Then we walked down the street and Mark shoveled snow so I could make it home.

Then I texted Adam that I wanted a snow blower for Christmas.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, teenage sons are the best investment of food you'll ever make.  Mark was a beast out there.  He has boundless energy and is pretty strong.

No wonder I let him fill up the Costco cart when he's with me.  I'm lucky to have that kid!

It finally stopped snowing and my estimate is that we have 8-10 inches.  It is beautiful this morning.

And they plowed our street!