Furious winds and scraping snowplows built this wall of snow across the road from our driveway. As you can see, the wall is nearly as tall as Christian!
We were grateful for the bright sunshine on this chilly day (~2* F with wind chill), but without sunglasses, Christian could barely stand the glare.
That’s our mailbox to the left. One that was discovered knocked down, broken, and barely salvaged by Terry.
“How high on the wall can you kick?”
Rebecca couldn’t resist climbing on the snow wall.
Christian commented that the plow marks look like road cuts where mountains are excavated.
wicked winter of 2014