Shoveled my whole drive at midnight, and it still looked like this in the morning.
Not a plow in sight.
This is the second part, the conclusion, to what shall henceforth be known as “The Snowpocalypse” Photo Essay for good old Lansing, Michigan.
All of the following are from the morning after the storm. Things were still flaking around then, but nothing more really accumulated.
By this point in the day, snow plows hadn’t yet arrived in the suburbs, though I had shoveled my own property out in the trench-style warfare you find common to Michigan winters (yes, it’s like we’re planning for war against the Yetis. They asked for it).
What kid wouldn't love those hills?
While Lansing and East Lansing’s main streets were plowed…
Major streets, like Coolidge Road, were well-plowed.
Fane looks on this new Winter wonderland with promise.
…some places in the ‘burbs, like my own, didn’t see snow plows until as late as 9 p.m.
Suffice to say, it made for some interesting travel arrangements for some of those among us sans SUVs. I know my old Taurus never would have made it. Fortunately, it’s long since been dispatched to a better place.
What's that in the distance?
At some point tomorrow I’ll probably try and compile all of these, as well as the photos from the night previous, into a nice and tidy sound slides photo essay presentation for you all, with music and everything.
Feeling ambitious, you see.
Now we just have to hope that WordPress decides to play along with my noble intentions.
Despite the tracks, a lot of cars struggled through this.
Winter in Michigan.
Yeah. I don't think he was going anywhere.
It's a nice little park.
The Waking Den 