Incredibly, people in the world are enduring some extreme weather conditions. As you will all be aware Queensland is underwater and, when a friend of mine who lives there sends me his pics, I’ll show you them.
What you probably don’t know is that Charlotte, home of the Nascar Hall of Fame (never been); Billy Graham Library (never been); the Duke Energy Centre (never been) and Trey and Wesley (yay! been there), is currently experiencing its coldest winter since the start of keeping records (or so Wesley tells me. I tried to find it online but couldn’t. I am sure he will correct me if I am wrong)
And Charlotte never gets snow. Not often anyway and certainly not at Christmas. Until this year. A rare event. And I am here missing it. You have no idea how aggrieved I am at that turn of events. Everyone in Charlotte was beside themselves at the thought of a white Christmas. And it came and it was beautiful and it went away after a few days. Everyone was happy. Then it came back again.
In droves.
Wesley and Trey got snowed in at the lake house due to an unprecedented ( and arriving earlier than expected) 372 inches of snow. (Yes I know it wasn’t that much but I have texted and texted asking for the right amount and no reply as yet so I will correct it when I am informed. It was a lot though. A lot in Australia means more than one snowflake so this would have seemed like a blizzard to us.) Potentially they were snowed in for a week but ultimately, at least for Wesley, a patient with a four-wheel drive rescued him halfway through the week so he could return to work.
And the four-wheel drive was needed. This is the driveway. Yes, Australian readers, that is ice. I helpfully suggested that if he had ice skates he could have skated back to work but evidently this isn’t funny when you’re getting cabin fever.
Honestly, snow is wasted on the Americans. As far as I know Wesley did not get a sheet of cardboard and toboggan down that excellent slope as I would have done. That driveway is begging for sliding down. Crashing into the house is an optional extra.
Some further pictures:
The driveway before it was shovelled.
The lake
The lake house
I remain verklempt I have missed this. Seriously, seriously annoyed. I feel certain I am meant to be a snow bunny. I think I hide this desire well though. Thank GOD I am stoic and never complain about the heat to my friends……
Away For A Bit 
I love the idea of you as a snow bunny. I too am a similar creature. Built for life in an igloo. Those who snigger at us should look at many desert peoples who are either short and thin, or tall and thin. You and I were destined for snow, ice, icicles, wind, breezes, chilliness, long nights and short days.
You’ll get your wish one day, for a white Christmas … I just know it. I put my hand up now for dibs on the photo of you in a quilted white snowmobile suit. With the right hat, you will look just like a snow bunny.
You always have been sensible though, Nic. I am so northern hemisphere weather inclined….
and I hope so! When I do Ill get the pic. I already have the ears.
PS These come in adult sizes: http://totgear.net/resources/1012+large.JPG
I personally think I would look adorable in that. Like the abominable snowman….
Things I know
1) Nicola , you are seriously sick
2)Noooo Nigel, you never complain about the heat
3)We do have snow in Australia, and it can get rather deep, i.e more than one snowflakes depth
4) I do not share your undying love of all things cold.However, in my defense I do enjoy the changing seasons, and quite enjoy a cold beer 🙂 xx
1) But sensible….
2) I know! My middle name is Stoic
3) yes but you have to travel miles to get to it. Im talking my backyard stuff, not ski resorts.
4) Ive heard that…..
It was beautiful until after the snow was topped with sleet and that the driveway morphed in to an ice slide. I attempted to ascend it to make my 3 mile hike to main road for the patient to pick me up but : while carrying a brief bag, a laptop bag, and a overnight bag – I then slipped and slide on my bottom leaving a blue streak 30 meters long on the ice and subsequently decolored the seat of my jeans. I finally walked side ways through the wood to our neighbors’ yards until I found a spot less treacherous to attempt. I finally made it to the street level and completed my 3 mile hike and waited in -10 degrees by the side of the road. I finally made back to Charlotte that afternoon – albeit a little buggy.
And that was 5 inches of snow. The mountains 2 hours away received 36 inches.
Oh is that what you were saying in the text message. I had no idea what you were talking about. That would have been complete fun though… that driveway was meant for sliding down.
Where is the picture of the blue streak? I thought you were being metaphorical.