I was a kid living with my parents in the heart of the Columbia River Gorge the winter of '68-'69. We got a lot more snow than usual, and we had a "silver thaw", as the locals called it. I still don't quite understand that term, because everything was covered in a thick layer of ice, including the roads, and nobody went anywhere 'til it warmed up. I dug a little snowgloo in the bank of snow beside our driveway and hung out in it with the dog, but it wasn't big enough for a sleepover, nor did that occur to my cautious self. My mother would not have agreed to it, anyway, since I was prone to illness.
Once I got up last Wednesday, I began measuring the snow and then clearing it off every hour or two and measuring again. I came up with about 15". How about at your place?
That's right! I remembered when I read your reply that you spent a chunk of your young days close to where my family dwelled, and your recollection is a lot like the tales I have heard from my grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, etc. That winter apparently was legendary. And a silver thaw sorta sounds like ice storm 96' which I do remember quite well, eeee.
Counting the snow before the now dump, I am definitely up around a couple feet, and shoveled at least the fifteen inches the other day. I need to do better about measuring it, because it's kinda fun to track the floof, especially for conversational reasons lol!
Welp, I gotta run, have to go to my former place of employment this morning 😉
Sometimes it's fun to be able to impress people who live in the Banana Belt (Post Falls) with snowfall totals. Other times, I'd really rather not know just now much is out there to deal with.