The street I described in my comment was narrow with 3 story row houses on both sides. I think it was drifts that completely buried the cars parked on each side. Earlier that day I had decided to go for a walk to see what it was like. It was intense, and I had a water bottle and snack with me and 3 layers of clothes and mittens. My husband said I was crazy, but I said I loved snow. When I was 9 or 10 in NJ, my mom would dress me warmly and give me a bag of food and drink and I and my sled would be gone until almost dark enjoying the hills on the golf course.
SoCal? Head for the mountains, I hear they have big snows sometimes.
“SoCal? Head for the mountains, I hear they have big snows sometimes.”
During one of the Covid years people got trapped, unprepared, up in the mountains that ring Los Angeles.
Our SoCal locals can barely handle rain. So the concept that a heavy snowfall could trap you in a cabin doesn’t occur to them until it happens. I didn’t hear of any cannibalism but you never know.
I did see snow falling in my OC neighborhood exactly once. I was out in a really cold storm and flakes were drifting down. They melted immediately. But for once it wasn’t hail pretending to be snow.