Well it's not quite 40 inches, but...

Last week Wade heard a preposterous (or so we thought) forecast that mentioned the possibility of 40 inches of snow. We both scoffed. Now we're both groaning. It wasn't 40 inches, but it was 25 inches deep on our deck this morning, with many drifts easily topping five feet. I'm suddenly very nervous about my 580-mile drive on Thursday!


Would you believe we grilled burgers on Saturday? The deck was clear, dry and even warm from the day's beautiful sunshine!