Posted by: A Part of the Solution | February 18, 2010

Snow on Your Parade

I have bad news for all the peeps still down in the city or out in the burbs. We have as much snow on the ground as anyone. We have more wind than anyone this side of Mount Whitney. And we have roads as traversable as any residential street you’d care to name down your way.

So many kind folks have called up to ask how we’re managing. Do we have power? Have we lost power? Are we snowed in? Can we get out of the drive? Are we going all Jack Nicholson on each other from the cabin fever? The answers will only depress those who’ve been putting up with the worst that Snowmageddon brought to the East Coast.

Though our power lines are above ground, there’s so much wind here in general that the trees are well trimmed, year in and year out. According to our local sources, we hardly ever lose power. Ptuh-ptuh-ptuh, we’re still going strong (for which I give thanks since everything from the well pump to the stove is electric on the farm).

Our next door neighbor who shares a last name with that of the road on which we live–as does about 70% of everyone living along it–is about a half mile off toward the way into town. He has a dairy operation. And the milk tankers must get through since the ‘girls’ never take a day off. So we’re plowed for snow and drifting between five and eight times a day. Really. Even when it’s still coming down.

And that same neighbor comes over with his own, personal bob-cat and plows our drive whenever the snow has fallen or the wind’s been blowing. He hasn’t missed yet.  Of course, the farm manager  drives a truck up on big tires with four-wheel drive. We don’t have issues getting to the road until the drifts are over 24″. Not too shabby. But our neighbor is still a good-thing, since the wind creates drifts across our drive to the tune of four feet about twice a week.

In town, everything is located off one main road. And that one main road is adjacent to the turnpike. We even have an exit! Since the turnpike is a major through way of transportation leading to other major transportation hubs and through ways, it’s rarely impassable. Once we’re in town, there’s easy shopping and the shelves are never stripped out because of weather.

People in this part of the country don’t seem to panic easily. And they’re self-reliant and confident (as who wouldn’t be with a bob-cat in the shed–and believe me, our neighbor’s not the only one). Yeah, the weather’s been as fierce as in the Flatlands. But really, we’re doing OK to the point of my feeling a little guilty as I prop my feet up in front of the wood stove and suck down another mug of hot chocolate.


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