The snow started Friday and didn’t stop until mid-afternoon Saturday.
We’ve never experienced so much snow. Granted, that’s not saying much, but we heard old-timers in the grocery store commenting that it’s the most Seward’s had in years.
And you know what makes it even better? This:
Dale is calling it Snowmageddon.
We would’ve been happy as pie to be snowed in, but there was one little problem. Not realizing that it would look like this when we got up in the morning:
…we had foolishly allowed ourselves to run out of both chocolate and wine.
So what did we do?
We dug ourselves out, of course.
On Facebook I posted the picture above, and it included the following caption: “He shovels while I make snow angels.” That wasn’t entirely true; while I did indeed make a snow angel, I also helped with the clean up.
After about two hours of heavy labor, the car was exhumed and we were headed for town.
We drove around Seward first, checking out the fresh snow:
And then, after the crucial grocery store pitstop, we headed back home.
It may actually be state law that you can’t call yourself an Alaskan until you’ve lived through a winter here (I’m kidding; it’s not). Perhaps, if we survive Snowmageddon, we’ll be allowed to increase our status to full-fledged Alaskans before the spring thaw arrives.
Now that we’re stocked with the essentials, I say, bring it on.
Random, butter-related note:
There was never any danger that we would run out of butter, seeing as we bought two cases of it when Costco ran a major sale back in November. So there’s that. (Read here if you don’t know about my obsession with butter.)