I feel like I grew up with a lot of snow.
Side note, you know you’re a huge nerd when you start a blog post about getting 18 inches of snow yesterday, and spend 10 minutes reviewing historical snowfall data for your childhood. (Thanks Environment Canada!) Not that I’d do that. But if someone did, they’d be a huge nerd, no?
Climate data I just reviewed suggests that maybe I remember that differently than it actually went. The most snow Peterborough, Ontario, got in a single day from 1969-2006 was just 33 cm, or a little over a foot.
Yesterday, here in Beckley, WV, we got an official 18 inches of snow. That’s like 45 cm, if you need the metric numbers, eh? It’s a lot of snow, no matter how you dice it. Half a yard.
It’s amazing to see how things simply shut down when you get that much snow. I don’t remember it being such a big deal when I was little, but then I only cared about playing in huge piles of snow. Maybe my dad was as flummoxed by decision making in the snow as I was.
You just perceive the world differently based on your needs from it. There’s a lesson there, I’m sure.