It was at LEAST that much.
I honestly think it was more.
Appeared more like a monster fifteen inches to me.
Utterly buried in white stuff.
Snow, of course.
What did you think I was talking about?
And we had to go over the river...
And through the woods to Grandma's again...
Which was an interesting experience, now that we live in a rural area. They don't plow dirt roads.
They barely plow the paved ones.
Even when we got into the closest "major city"...
We saw several cars stuck in the ditch on the way there.
But we, luckily, weren't one of them. Lots of tractors out plowing their driveways. Michael was jealous. He had to use the snowblower. But it was better than a shovel!
We made it to Grandma's and back again without incident.
And it was a truly lovely drive...