Single digits and low doubles.
Nearly four feet of snow in the last five days.
Where I work (in Spokane) our office actually closed Thursday because the plows hadn't gotten enough of the main roads cleared.
Much shoveling.
For your amusement . . .
Daughter is home for Xmas from Ft Jackson, SC, and -- not content to experience winter in just her home state -- she took the bus. Which was delayed in Indiana because Chicago was closed (canceled lots of flights and buses). And which was again delayed in Chicago and Minneapolis. And which then broke down 30 miles east of Fargo.
At which point, one soldier's father -- whose home is in Wenatchee, some 170 miles west of Spokane -- hearing of yet another delay, decides the bus company isn't going to get this done, and jumps in his Mazda Protege and drives the 710 miles to Billings, MT to intercept the bus. He fills the car with all the soldiers that are headed to Spokane and surrounding area (including my daughter), and heads out, as the bus line announces another delay leaving Billings.
Slow going, they estimate they will be in Butte in three hours, it takes five; then they estimate two hours to Missoula, it takes four; three hours to Coeur d'Alene, it takes seven (including a fun hour changing a tire in the blizzard); and finally they roll into Post Falls at 3:00am, get stuck on the off-ramp (which isn't fully plowed), and finally hit our place at 3:30am today.
Dude wouldn't let me pay for gas, wouldn't let me fix them some eats, would only accept a pot of coffee to fill the thermos jug.
They promptly headed out into the storm to complete the last 200 mile leg of their trip.
When I first heard that my daughter was catching a ride with another soldier's dad, who had driven all the way to Billings, I was skeptical (read: that man is certifiably crazy!), but when they hit Coeur d'Alene they talked to one of the troops who stayed with the bus in Billings: they were all still in Billings.
So, thank you, Mr. Crazy Man, for getting my daughter home for Xmas at least a day and a half sooner than the bus would have.
Of course, there's always the return trip, after New Year's Day.
Halle-friggin-lujah.