The Party's Over...

I finally got a vision yesterday of what winter is going to look and sound like around here – relentlessly gray, with wind knocking hard against the car when we drive and whipping along the siding when we're home (and, sometimes, blowing our cheap front door wide open – terrific). This picture only gives a hint of it:

This morning, I went downstairs to our garage, hopped in my truck, and drove to the courthouse to get a little work done. To get into the courthouse at odd hours, I pull up to the garage and wave my ID in front of a sensor. Well, today, three out of four of the Pathfinder's windows were frozen shut – and this is having been in our garage overnight, and warming up for 15 minutes on the way in! I had to move the truck, step out of it and wave the card. Hardly a hardship, just surprising.
I learned a new term the other day: "Snirt storm." It's what you get when there's high winds and not a lot of snow on the ground already – a whipping mix of snow and dirt that freezes to the consistency of rock when it finally does settle. It'll wreck your car if you hit it, and can even derail a train if it gets bad enough. They're rare, and, apparently, a hell of a thing to see. (Interestingly, though it's a well-known term around here, it gets fewer than 20 hits when Googled.)
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