Is the snow up to your ears, to your ears? →
[More:]We got (by the almanac) 9 inches, but it varied quite a bit by exactly where you were and it was quite drift-prone. It was also the last of about 36+ hours of on-and-off snow.
Our cars were under at least a foot of snow on the roofs. I had to use a plastic kids' shovel to get the snow off the hood and windshield and it took me about forty minutes (with a six foot walk/throw for each shovel-full) before I'd cleared from the bumper to the back of the front wheels!
The drift at my parents' back door was thigh-high, and the path over to my back door is a little narrow canyon of snow.
During the worst of it, of course, my nephew wanted to go to his girlfriend -- the one who lives in the trailer park, which is well beyond the edge of town. We barely got out of the driveway, so I aborted that expedition. (I do a lot of driving now that my dad is getting dangerous on the roads.) The county later advised people not to go out even in an emergency
, and this included the U.S. Highway I would have taken.
Naturally, some jerk decided to park in front of our house despite the official snow emergency, and now there's a diagonal jetty of snow sticking out from the curb that's about chest high on me. Thanks, asshole!
This has been a wild winter, with three major snowstorms, two of which all but entirely melted away before this one came. I don't mind snow, I do mind slush and I loathe ice. Freeze-melt cycles just make things miserable.
Anyway, at least we never lost power like some people and weren't caught on the interstate ....