Personal Narrative On Snow

Once the snow started many people became stranded where they were at. Many people were stuck at work, school, and even in their vehicles. The people stuck in vehicles were the major portion of the death toll. Roadways became unpassable and alternate means of travel had to be acquired. Many people used snowmobiles to travel during this time. Snowmobiles became a huge asset to help get food and rescue people during the storm.

Three years ago, what I thought was only supposed to be any other November night, turned into a blizzard that made headlines all over Northwest Kansas, specifically affecting Colby and Atwood, leaving us with over 20 inches of thick, heavy snow (Newton). It piled up against houses, and blocked roads. The snow fell fast and it fell

Tires squealed on black ice and the engine backfired as she swerved around a narrow edge of the cliff. Jennifer Lesniak is traveling from Wisconsin to Oregon in a six ton truck through treacherous mountains and endless plains. It was three days of almost non-stop driving, only being able to sleep when she gave the wheel to her husband. Just when she was about to give up she thought the extreme weather in Wisconsin and about why she was moving to Oregon in the first place. She carried on willed by the warmer weather that awaited her on the west coast. The snow fell like ash from a volcano, building up on the road to the point where they had to get out of their truck and shovel the road clear. “Clearing the roads were extremely difficult” She said. “We were so close to the edge of this mountain standing on slippery ice trying to shovel the snow out of the road with little to no safety guard between us and the drop.”

He did recall it must have been between 10 to 15 degrees outside their home which had snow covering the front of the house and black ice on the driveway and the road below his house on Toll Road. Mr. Sexton cannot recall if his son-in-law, Mr. Anda had snow chains on the tires of his truck. He said it would be indicative for him not to come up the mountain without snow chains due to the chance of sliding on black ice, which is prominent within the Lake Arrowhead community.

Gusty winds on Monday made things a tad more tricky and tough as it created near-zero visibility all around the northern Great Plain. On Christmas, heavy snow fall was going on at a rate of up to one inch per hour. Officials rolled out no-travel warning which made people to call off their plans.

Beep! Beep! Beep! the sound I woke up to when I received an early morning notification telling me that that wolf creek has over three feet of snow and is still dumping. I quickly grab my keys and my gear, start my truck not even waiting on it to warm up. As I drive as fast as I possibly could on the steep and snowy road of wolf creek pass my truck still not warm, as I could see the fog my warm exhales or breath are making as it touches the cold air in my truck. I keep driving to get to the summit chain law is in effect, semi- drivers are pulled over to the side because they cannot continue or do not want to risk the danger of falling off the pass, plows trying to make ways for incoming cars.

truck to get help. If it was freezing or nobody came along to help him

“I’ll stop at the next motel. We’ve got a few hours of driving left tomorrow.”

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"Nah, all the trouble I have is going to go away after this, so...I'll see ya around, alright?" With one final hug, she was back in the familiar, bolstered Recaro racing seat and making her way down as many back roads as possible in order to arrive at the designated meeting place on time. She was, unfortunately, a few minutes late, though her bags were stowed safely away in the trunk and she had everything in place that was expected of her. She peered at the building, and then around the area, wondering if she should venture in or simply wait in the parking space she had swung

Road crews ask meteorologists how much snow might be coming so they can make sure they have enough trucks

One morning, I woke up in my room, and pulled up the shades to see the ground covered in several blankets of snow from a snowstorm. I went downstairs, and made my breakfast, a typical bowl of cereal with orange juice and some toast. Before the meal, the length of this storm was my particular interest at the moment, so I looked up the weather. The outlook did not look too convincing to me, so I continued to eat my breakfast that seemingly felt like forever, due to my desire in the length of the storm. I consumed the last bits of toast that were left, and looked outside once again only to see what I saw the first time, thick layers of snow.

It was a cold morning in February.Not to mention it was Valentine's Day. A fresh blanket of snow glistened as the sun rose higher up into the sky. My sister had told me that there was a fresh snow outside, as she was telling me, I slowly got out of bed for breakfast. I remember the smell of warm pancakes hanging around the air. I walked into the kitchen seeing Mom making her fluffy homemade pancakes, Madison asked me if I wanted to play in the snow. I told no because I didn’t like the cold. But after an hour of nagging, I finally caved and told her I would go. I put my oversized coat that made me look like I was a marshmallow. As Madison and I went outside, a gush of freezing cold wind blew into our faces. My eyes immediately started to water to water. It felt like I walked into the world largest freezer. We walked down the snow covered porch then onto the ground. I picked up some of the powdery snow and just looked at it. Looking to see all the individual snowflakes. My sister wanted to make a snow fort and asked if I could get the snow shovel out of the back of the truck. I picked up the shovel looking at it’s sharp blade like edges. Madison had piled all of the snow for her fort. She had threw a snowball at me and I laughed. I bent down to pick up a snowball to throw back at her. When I stood back up, the unexpected had happened. Madison had hit me with the sharp edge of the shovel into my face. I blacked out for a couple of seconds. When I woke back up, I saw the blood

When I was 11 years old the most traumatic things in my life happened to me. It was the year of ‘The Big Snow’ and just like every other kid on our street we were going to go to the biggest, baddest hill to sled. The hill was at my friend’s house and my brothers and I always go there to go sledding. However, this time things took a turn for the worst and let’s just say a couple stitches, a new tooth, and some glue to heal my skull I learned to never show off bluntly again.

I dismissed this news right away because, as anyone who’s lived in the Lowcountry for a long amount of time can attest, there’s always a teaser of snow in the forecast. It rarely delivers. But as I rode my bike to the beach that day, I was whipped by a frigid wind and 35 degree temperatures under an ominous sky, and I began to believe in the possibility of some flakes because it was freaking freezing.