I was pinching myself because we made it halfway through December without a big snowfall. It had been in the 50s and 60s! I knew the fact that we had such a mild fall was just a cruel trick, because then when winter officially arrived, it was a BEAST.
The night Mark and I went to see The Hobbit, (Dec. 18th) it had started to snow. By the time we got out of the movie:
...hello 6-8 inches. The roads were completely un-plowed and it took us 30 minutes (instead of 5-10) of us sliding all over the roads to get back to our friend's house to pick up the kids. Their house is at the top of a steep cul-de-sac and our car wouldn't even make it up there--Mark had to hike up to the house and bring the kids down on foot.
By the way, they haven't closed schools in Cedar because of snow, like, ever. I asked a friend of mine who has been around here for 50 years and she says they never have. That makes things interesting. (Although they do normally have things plowed.)
Not surprisingly, our Christmas lights have a short lifespan. We had to throw away a ton of new lights that stopped working.
The following morning:
Of course, the kids were excited to go sledding after school. Madelyn's friends came and (hauling Luke) went down to play all afternoon.
Yay....wet snow clothes everywhere....my favorite....
And then, what happened next was just hideous.
For the next six weeks, Cedar City went into deep freeze. The day after the storm, the nighttime low got down to -5° F. From then until the month of February, it was below freezing (as in 32° or below) 25 out of the 44 days. (8 of the remaining days were still in the 30s, 11 days broke 40°.)
We got below ZERO 15 of those days. Here are the nighttime lows:
-5°, -10°, -9°, -5°, -10°, -9°, -8°, -9°, -13°, -16°, -11°, -5°, -3°, -1°, -3°.
The historical average for Cedar City during that time is a high of 42° and a low of 17°F, just to put that in perspective. (Btw, see the official records here and here that I pulled these stats from.) I heard that the last time it was this cold for this long was back in 1992 (I was 11). It got to be where we'd have a day around 35° and it felt positively balmy.
We went a whole week this January driving Madelyn to school because we
didn't feel comfortable sending her out to the bus stop when it was
still -8°, -12°. I mean, seriously!! What, are we in the Yukon??!
I am not a fan of the cold or the snow, and all I can say is thank heavens it wasn't windy on top of all that, because we tend to have a lot of wind around here. I remember one particularly cold, dark, windy winter here back 8-9 years ago. It was MISERABLE and never ending. It was so hard to leave the house to do anything.
Anyway, on the random days that it did start to thaw out during the day (only to freeze again at night), we'd start getting these gnarly icicles:
(Taken on Madelyn's birthday, Dec. 21st)
~I am rather fond of that formation~it looks like an alien claw.
And melting roof snow would spill over and create the Icy Walkway of Death on our front porch. Some of the water would drip into a bucket, but they kept breaking. That patch of ice was at least 3-4 inches thick.
Our gutters were solid ice and weren't allowing the water to go down the drain pipes.
Finally, we had one day where it got up to 48° a couple of weeks ago, and Mark went up there with buckets of hot water to melt everything and flush the gutters out.
We already had some heating coil on the roof, but then he ran a doubled up length of it all the way through the gutter/drain system. It has really helped! Our poor shingles were getting so soggy and beat up, and of course our concrete is a mess, too.
February so far has been a lot more tolerable. Temperatures are back to normal. I can handle the 40s, and even the occasional snow storm if it warms up in between. The snow had (had--notice the past tense) finally started to melt and our grass became visible again. Ahhhh!
My niece Ava and nephew Nathan from St. George (which has perfect winter weather) had been dying to play in some snow and we had a huge storm forecast for last weekend, so they came on up.
So naturally, since we actually wanted it to snow, it didn't! They had to content themselves with the remaining little bit that was in the back yard instead of getting to go sledding.
But they still had a blast. And wouldn't you know it--it started snowing as soon as they left.
By the next morning:
10 more inches!
Here we go again...
PS. This is my 700th post!