It's a Rare Snow Day

This is how it all started on Sunday with hail and heavy rain, snow followed .

The Lower Mainland in British Columbia does occasionally get snow. And it is always close to the holiday season when the worst of it hits (I know those of you from real snow country chortle at the thought that 3-4 inches (7.5 to 10.25 cm) of snow will snarl up traffic but it does here.)

Yesterday was such a day of snow and it took me just under two hours to drive to work (a usual 15 minute trip) due to the back ups created by drivers who don't know how to prepare for (no snow tires or extra weight in the car) and drive in up and down hill terrain and snow. Many, many cars were left on the side of the road turning two-lane roads into one-lane and I saw a 7 car pile up as cars slid down a slope on icy roads into one another. And as I'm driving up the single path to get to the top of the mountain; some young buck (boy that makes me sound old) in a Jeep, with obvious 4-wheel drive, off roads on the right to pass me. I hope he's proud of himself.

A shot taken from my deck at 8 am. Lovely to look at, a pain to drive in.

So, what does one do with a found day? There will be last minute cards sent out and handmade gifts finished, packages will be wrapped, and perhaps a bit of time to read, maybe. Oh and snow shoveling, yes there will be a certain amount of snow removal required as well. It is quite a pleasant surprise to have this extra day to stay home and do another kind of work/fun. I'll be sure to make the most of it.

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