What to do with that? Make a kick-ass tunnel, of course! We enlisted the help of our neighbor, Anna (now Anna #2) and got to work. First we had to make our way out the side door and to the snowdrift. Didn't think it was going to be that hard until we took our first steps outside and sunk up to our waists. "It's deeper than I thought!" Jocelyn shouted. Um, yes. Just a little. Walking was impossible, so we crawled on our hands and knees to shallower ground. Once we got to the drift, Anna and Jocelyn dove right in, but weren't very careful about where they were throwing the snow.
The picture does not do their insanity and disregard justice. Watch the video below.
You can't really tell, but I got hit directly in the face by that giant snow chunk and fell over on the ground. Those girls were quite rude and laughed for a good five minutes. Regardless, they put a lot of heart and soul into their job. Jocelyn really got into it right away. Anna #2 was very impressed.
Eventually we split up. Jocelyn and I took opposite ends and started digging towards each other, and we each took an Anna to help us. We took inspiration from those hard-working folks that build the Continental Railroad. We felt just like them minus the slave-driving bosses, horrible hours and pay, and grease. And trains. Eventually, like those railroad builders, we met in the middle. It was a momentous occasion.
Awesome, right? It was a HUGE tunnel. It would have been huger except I hit a bad spot in the foundation and my entire side of the tunnel came crashing down on me. It was pretty scary. For a moment I saw my death approaching. I thought, dear Lord, how will I dig myself out of this? But then all the snow stopped falling and my torso was mostly still free. Still, I was super sad. Also, that is not me standing behind a pile of snow; I am literally kneeling in that snow. I had to kneel like that for a few minutes while the others took pictures. Then, and only then, was I allowed to dig myself out.
Regardless of my little mishap, the tunnel was pretty big. Here is Jocelyn's side.
After that Jocelyn and Anna decided to brave the ginormous hill of death so they could go sledding. I decided to stand by and give them moral support. Anna quickly disappeared behind the snow drift until she was only a disembodied voice narrating her perils. "My feet are definitely stuck! I cannot move." Jocelyn attempted to climb up the drift and go over the other side. This worked fairly well up until the go-over-the-other-side part. One second she was there, the next second she was gone and all I saw were her feet sticking up over the top of the pile. "Grab my foot! Grab my foot!" So then I tried climbing up after her to help her up. About three steps up the side of the snowdrift, my foot got stuck, and in an attempt to pull my boot out, I ended up falling on my butt and doing a backwards somersault down the hill. How graceful.
Eventually Jocelyn and Anna met up on the other side and got to the top of the drift so they could sled off.
Success!
By this time we couldn't feel any of our appendages. Also, snow had soaked through to my underwear. Not cool. Time to pop inside for some hot cider and delicious homemade muffins Jocelyn and I made earlier. Pumpkin flax seed cranberry pecan muffins. Intense snack food for intense endeavors.
What a good snow day.
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