Well crud.
I have a snow day from work and I'm home with the dogs. Normally, I go to work if I can get out, thus I do not get to enjoy my snow dogs, because it all melts by the time I get home.
I decided to force my way out the back door and walk around to the front to clear the porch and steps. IDK the official how much, but it seems to be somewhere between 8 or 9 inches (conservative estimate) with drifts making it a lot deeper in some places.
In other words... It's too deep for the dogs to really play in. :(
On the plus side, under the crusty exterior, the stuff is fine and dry, so once I got the worst of it shoveled away, I was able to sweep everything clear to wood.
Poor Dad. I'm living the good life. Powers still on, plenty of kerosene, food and entertainment. He's out in Zions Crossroads. IDK if he found a hotel room or ended up sleeping in his car. Probably the car. He has a sleeping bag and food and water, so it won't kill 'em.
But that shits gotta suck.
Oh and skid, based on the fact that Dad got told not to worry about getting the bags through last night (of course, they didn't tell him that until he was already out on 64 to Richmond) and I doubt banks will even open today, nobody is going to be commuting.
Considering the life or death importance given to interoffice mail and paperwork by that company, when they say the roads are too bad, it's really well past the point when sane people without actual life or death responcibilities go on the roads.