Here in Minnesota, we mark the turning from winter to spring by monitoring the death of the snow banks that surround us. When they are at their highest, we wonder if they will ever melt. It seems unlikely. But the days get longer, and sun gets warmer, and even the biggest ones eventually succumb.
This year I decided to chronicle the death of “Mount Gracewood,” the giant snow bank that stood guard in the ‘hood for so long. Today, even after 3 inches of new snow on Thursday, she finally gave up the ghost.
At it’s peak, on February 21, 2014
March 30, 2014
April 4, 2014
April 10, 2014
April 12, 2014
April 19, 2014
An hour later she was gone…until November, that is!
The dreaded Polar Vortex (what we used to call a cold snap) has once again descended on Minnesota. It heralded its return on Thursday by dumping close to a foot of snow on much of the state (including the Twin Cities), and until it slithers out of here we are looking at below zero temps every night this week.
Here in the Twin Cities, we had our first measurable snow fall the first week of December. But unlike other parts of the country that have gotten a lot of snow, ours doesn’t melt shortly afterwards. With each successive snowfall, it just gets deeper and deeper and the snowbanks get higher and higher.
It is absolutely gorgeous here now, so yesterday, despite pleas from “authorities” to stay off the roads, I took a drive around town to get some pictures. Never wanting to miss out on a road trip, my mom demanded to be allowed to ride shotgun. Herewith, then are some snapshots of the Polar Vortex in the Twin Cities.
Can you see the park bench? I had to stand on the back bumper of my car to see over the snow bank to catch a glimpse of the park bench. You can see the park bench, right?
The road in Long Lake Regional Park.
This poor fellow was sent out to “blow” the sidewalk along Old Highway 8 in New Brighton; he got stuck. The snow deposited by the plows was too deep and packed.
The Mississippi River is frozen solid this year.
In Lilydale Regional Park, we came across these intrepid painters.
This is the scene they were painting.
Downtown St. Paul. Brr.
My mom (aka “Gracie”) standing in front of the snowbank in the cul-de-sac where she lives. Anyone care to predict the date that snow bank is GONE?
Minnesota winters may not be for the faint of heart, but they certainly are beautiful!