Blizzard of '05

I think it might have been best described as a hurricane with snow.  Yesterday afternoon, after the conference ended (and while I'm not going to post alot more about the conference either here or at my other blog, suffice it to say I felt quite disenfranchized and disenchanted with the whole experience and process. I'm still not sure if I'm glad I went.) I hustled out to middle Mass to do yet another thesis interview. As I opened my car door to exit at the appointed Starbucks meeting point, the first flakes began to fall. An hour and forty five minutes later when we finally finished the remaining cars in the lot were thoroughly coated.

After a white-knuckle two hour drive back to where I'd started in the Boston area, I was relieved to be home. Even more relieved as the wind broadened and strengthened its howling winds and blowing snow as the night wore on.  After the house was pounded with blown snow and tremendous gusts all night, we woke to 18 inches on the ground, and the intense storm raging outside.

I've never been in a storm quite like it. Where I'm from, we get cold and snow and wind and big storms, but never something with the windy ferocity of this enormous scrapy storm. When it was finally over, we had 26 to 28 inches to shovel. We'll never really know how much we got, as much of the snow was blown upto in elaborate and architectural drifts, burying cars, front doors, front steps and front yards.