Um, 15 inches, or so.
We’re hoping that the guy who has plowed our driveway every winter for the last 8 years shows up by tomorrow morning.
All I can think of is falling on my butt-tocks in the snow, holding a six-pack of Lowenbrau so carefully that it stayed upright when I landed.
That was in 19— (something,) and the first snow fell in early October. In Central Utah.
I think that’s when I decided snow was a four-letter word.