A drift on our patio as tall as me.
Windows and doors covered, good thing I'm not claustrophobic!
That's our street. Somewhere. Under two feet of snow.
Archer sledding in the street.
And Archer shoveling the street. He told me he didn't make much progress.
Play time after cleaning off the driveway. Shelly got tired of walking. Yes, I'm wearing safety goggles from David's workshop. They work surprisingly well, in lieu of snow goggles.
David heading out to clear snow off the furnace vents (again).
