This is turning out to be a winter for the recordbooks! The all-time Boston area total snowfall record for one season is 107.6 inches (at Logan Airport) for the 1995-1996 season. Now a snow season in these parts is fairly long – I’ve seen shovelable snow as early as October and as late as May. We had an infamous “April Fool’s Day” blizzard on 1 April 1997 that dumped 25.4 inches of heavy wet snow on us. So here we are on the 3rd of February, fully a month and a half – or more – of snow season to go, and we’re already at 70.5 inches for the season. To make matters worse, we didn’t get our first appreciable snowfall until a few days before Christmas, so we can get a lot of snow in a short amount of time in these parts!
Its been an interesting season so far. The piles of snow at the end of the driveway are taller than I am, and the piles at the ends of the streets are sometimes 10-12 feet high! It creates an interesting challenge trying to ease the nose of a car out into a street when you can’t see a blooming thing.
The big record-breaking year was deceptive because we actually had three complete winters that year. The snow started in November, and by a week after Thanksgiving we had five-foot piles at the end of the driveway. Then we had a thaw and it was gone in a week. Then it started snowing again and by New Year’s we had another pair of five-foot piles at the end of the driveway. Then we got our predictable “January Thaw” and the grass was showing in places by February. then it started snowing again and the five-foot piles were back by the first of March. We haven’t had any thaw yet this year, so it just keeps piling up and up!
Cabin fever is rampant among the psuedo-New-Englanders. They started whining about the snow in mid-January! True New Englanders don’t complain about snow until at least March!
I lost the use of my beloved snow blower for a short period of time recently. Someone delivered a big thick phone book – in a white plastic bag – at the end of the driveway, BEFORE it started snowing before one of the recent storms, so the camoflaged phonebook was able to sneak through the rotating augers with shear pins and became embedded in the impeller in the snow blower. I spent an hour trying to get the book out and all I succeeded in doing was to split two knuckles. The shop where I bought the beast picked it up and cleaned it out for me. Needless to say, I was sputtering fire and brimstone that night. Luckily I had the driveway and walkway to the stairs cleared of the six inches of slush, but I didn’t get to the front walk or the sidewalk until after it was returned.