This is my final entry about the great Northwest Snowfall of 2008. Even I am tiring of reading about it and writing about it. It has been exciting, and unexpected for this area. It has made me long for the comforts of my parents home, where we usually witness such whiteness. And it has flooded my memory with times of childhood bliss. I only hope that this White Christmas will cement fond memories for my kids.
It snowed the entire day Saturday and into the night. Our poor little car was buried. Only his shiny tires and tip of his nose remained.
While we slept, the snow turned to freeze rain, creating a centimeter thick layer of ice on top of the mounds of snow. It took great effort to break through the ice to measure the depth of snow. You can see the shards of broken ice lying on top.