We still have plenty of snow here, unlike many other parts of the northern hemisphere where it is springtime and you can see the ground.
Chester and I went out the back door for our walk this morning, as usual. When we got to our front street, I was surprised to see that the sidewalk plow had been down it. I hadn’t expected them to plow – but the sidewalks are a mess with just a trail of footprints going through the snow. Then I saw that it didn’t quite make it past my neighbour’s part of the sidewalk.
This particular section of the sidewalk gets blown in with snow drifts all the time and I’ve watched some of the sidewalk plow operators struggle to get by it – but after backing up and going forward several times, they do manage to inch through it. This particular operator must have decided that it would be easier just to back up and leave that part unplowed – but then he came in from the opposite side and plowed up to this spot again.
What we are left with is a very roughly plowed sidewalk with a snow hurdle to climb or jump over. The hurdle is about 4 feet high.
Looking at the picture above, I wonder if he was stuck in an avalanche. It almost looks like that might be what happened. I wonder if he is still buried under there.
I wonder if he actually did make it all the way through and the avalanche happened after he had left.