Well, it’s finally buried. Yep – completely covered. Here’s my husband standing next to my Jeep Grand Cherokee.

Maybe the snow is just partway up the side and piled on top? NOT! He dug down to the roof so that I could see.

The snowshoe trip out to the paved (but unplowed – 12″ snow there) road took about 6 hours. The trip back in took about 8. My husband figured with the snow that mashed down under every step multiplied by the number of steps, that they compressed a mile of snow on the way out. Then it warmed up some and rained a little and they got to do it all again coming back the next day – but uphill and carrying packs, one of which weighed 37 pounds.
So why do we live out here in the boonies? Here’s a shot of our “neighborhood”. Need I say more?