|The snowfall from the 1970s.|
The name of our town, which is an Indigenous word, loosely translates to "people of the snow". As someone who was born and raised in the beauty and wonder of our small, industrious town, I am all too familiar with Old Man Winter and what it means for life in the North.
In fact, memories of Snowmageddon are still fresh in my mind. The epic snow blizzard we had in 2015 was pure chaos and despite the fact this amount of snow is not necessarily "new" to us, the fast accumulation was certainly a shock.
I have several memories from my childhood of buried 6ft fences, and mountains of snow piled high in front of houses, just begging to be made into igloos and forts. Time spent cross country skiing with Ty, bouncing through windrows of snow with ease. In fact, I used to have an absolute blast in the snow - before I had horses. Before I had to fight with frozen hoses, numb finger tips from changing blanket clips, and shoveling out snowed in beasts who refuse to break trail.
|Or that time a construction company made a giant|
snowman in our mall parking lot.
Despite the fact we've had a few years of milder winters, we always seem to get hit by a colossal storm every couple of years to remind us that we do in fact live in the North and Welcome to the Sixth Circle of Hell.
In fact, a few weeks ago we were hit with what most are referring to as "Snowmaggedon 2.0". However, the amount of snow that fell did not have the same ferocity and we ended up with just over 3' in one day. Which, is still a lot, but is a far cry from the 5.5' we received during Snowmageddon in 2015.
Still though, any large amount of snow like that completely and utterly sucks. It certainly made chores difficult at the horses, and it took many flakes of alfalfa to coax the horses from their shelter to break trail around the property. Thankfully, Annie cannot stand not knowing what is going on in her neighborhood and promptly marched along the pasture checking her usual street-viewing spots with a begrudging Maizey behind her.
Without further ado, I present to you, "Mini Snowmageddon 2.0":
|Jamie's truck is somewhere under that mess.|
|Snow-blowing at Jamie's moms house on her front stoop.|
|Breaking trail to our front door.|
|The street had a ton of snow on it, as did our driveway. You can see where my|
truck had been parked earlier that day. Thank goodness for 4WD.
|After snowblowing and shoveling. What a long evening this was.|
|Looking out towards the driveway from the barn. The snow here slid|
from the roof, so is quite compact.
|Opposite side of the barn. Coaxing the horses to make more trails with alfalfa!|
|Poor Spud, lol.|
|Looking towards the back field.|
|If you look to the left, you can see a bit of the top of the fence line. Annie is|
quite a bit above that which is just insane!
|Walking up to the barn I had to wear snow shoes - you can see my tracks|
from the previous night wherein I wore them to get in and break trail for the horses.
We had a bit more snow after the initial storm, but it has compacted down somewhat and things are somewhat "normal" again. The initial panic during a snowstorm is just the worst feeling, especially dealing with horses. Is the snow going to get so high that the horses will walk over the fences??? (You would think you wouldn't have to worry, but this literally happened to a friend of mine, wherein her 900lb Rocky Mountain gelding literally stepped over their gate and took a gander through the subdivision). Will the horses drink enough? What if the roof collapses? What I can't dig out their water trough? Which fences are going to break under the weight?
It's a reality we face, and we do our best to prepare every single Winter, because we know things like this can happen very suddenly. I know in the Spring, I will be busy fixing busted insulators, perhaps a broken fence board or two, and restringing the electric braid. I had to actually undo the electric braided wire from the energizer, as it was extremely taut and I was worried about it ripping the energizer off the wall.
|That being said, this dude and I have been snow-shoeing a lot this year.|
For now, the horses are bored to tears and as we are amidst an Arctic Freeze wherein temperatures of -25C to -30C are a reality, we are all doing our best to just stay warm and wait until the cold snap breaks. I have gotten great use out of the snowshoes I bought this year and am eagerly awaiting when I can explore a bit more of the back country without the temperature being so dire. Unfortunately, the horses will remain a bit more land-locked until the roadways in the subdivision are no longer a literal sheet of ice and I can actually get them down the driveway without slipping and falling.
I can only hope the weekend forecast is a lie, because if it isn't, we will be in for yet another dump of snow (calling for 2+ feet) and I'm not so sure I can take anymore than we already have.
So if you believe in weather gods, please pray to them and/or do your best "no more snow" dance! We have enough of it already, we don't need any more!