Sunday: Mark and I caught what ended up being the last Chinatown bus leaving D.C. for New York. We left at 5pm and arrived in New York around 1am (a trip that normally takes 4 hours). I eventually stopped counting the number of accidents due to the heavy snow between Philly and the city. Once the bus was thoroughly stuck on a Manhattan side street, the driver allowed us out into the blizzard to find a train station. The subways were running, though with tons of delays and service changes, including the one that meant my train was no longer going to my stop. I got the pleasure of a 1/2 mile hike through what was then about 2 feet of still-falling snow, and arrived at my apartment at around 2:30am.
Monday: Snow day!
Tuesday: Since the train still wasn't stopping at my stop and I was more than a little curious to see what the rest of the neighborhood was like with all the snow, I walked the 2 miles to work this morning.
At least you can see these cars...many were completely buried.
Pile of snow about as tall as I am.
One of the better-shoveled sidewalks.
Right through the middle of this picture, there is a road. I promise.
Yes, the path goes right over the park benches.Somehow I managed to live four years in Chicago without ever experiencing anything like this.
And here I thought there weren't any adventures to be had in the USA.
And here I thought there weren't any adventures to be had in the USA.
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