Here I am, right in the middle of this big storm hitting the East Coast. It’s all people at work have discussed for the last week, and there’s a good possibility that I’ll likely be the only one in the office come Monday morning. But for right now . . . well, it’s like I’m in The Polar Express.
We all know about The Polar Express. It’s the weekend survival flight the Advanced Flight Two students go on if they want, and most want. I’ve already written that Penny and Alex did theirs, and it’s a good certainty that Emma and Kerry will do theirs. They’ll get jaunted off to somewhere in Canada, and using just simple maps compasses, they’ll fly back to the school. They have camping gear and some food, but they’ll also have cold and snow. Tons of fun, right? Well, the kids who have thought about this for two and a half years do.
Last night I walked home from dinner, loving the snow as it fell, then grabbed my camera and headed out to get pictures. While I have photos at various points along the walk. most are taken at the Capitol Building, which is like five blocks from my apartment. And when these were taking, maybe an inch had fallen and things weren’t too messy.
These are up in front of the Capitol Building. I walk this way to work every day.
But of course I got pictures of myself.
So I went to bed just a little tipsy ’cause I’d been drinking, and when I woke up this morning this is what I saw:
Everything was pretty much hell outside. I’d promised that I’d go back this morning and get pictures, and I did. But . . . it was a mess. During the evening about eight to ten inches dropped on the city, and the sidewalks weren’t cleared at all. Most of the roads were clear, but there wasn’t anyone out, and walking in the road was the only way to get around. I actually got snow in my mukluks because there were areas where the snow was up over the tops of my boots. In fact, up in Capitol Park, the snow was almost as high as my knees.
So now Harrisburg in the light of day . . .
The drive up to the building was clear, however, so I walked up–
At the end of the park walk is Willow Street and Third Street, one of the busiest intersections in the city during the day. Now it was a ghost strip, ’cause there wasn’t anyone on the streets.
As I said you had to walk down the streets because there was about a foot of snow on the sidewalks. So I did: I walked right down Third Street back to my apartment. I was like wandering through a snowy Walking Dead set due to almost no one being around.
Finally made it back to my apartment building and what do I find?
There you have it: Snowmageddon 3: This Time It’s Personal. And here it is, hours later, and it’s still snowing–maybe for another six hours. But I did find time to get some video:
Don’t worry: the zombies won’t get me. At least I’m not in District 12 . . .