Originally Posted by Snow-in-Texas
I still remember the last Nor'easter I experienced before moving to Texas. It happened right around Presidents' Day. We got about 3 feet in Maryland. My step-father had a pick up with a plow, but instead of pushing it away from the house, he pushed it toward the house. I asked him how we were going to get in and out of the house.
So I dug a trail from the front door across the yard to the driveway. I called the mountain of snow "Winters' Mountain" (his last name is Winters) and my path was dubbed "Beckwith Valley".
Great story! When I was five/six, my family lived at an old farm and whenever it snowed a lot, my brother would shovel a snow maze for us girls to enjoy. All the snow from the driveway and porch area he would pile up along the path edges. The edges were taller than I was - it was such fun!