After a couple of miles on the highway, I ran into that solid wall of greyish-white shown in the previous post, and traffic slowed from 65-plus mph to 50.
The farther north I drove, the heavier the snow got, and visibility grew progressively worse. At ten miles, traffic had slowed to 40 mph, and the falling/swirling/drifting snow was making drivers slam on the brakes as we went through moments when the road just ... disappeared.
By the time I reached home, I discovered that we'd received nine inches of snow, our street hadn't been plowed, and I was ready to call it a day.
|This makes it look lighter than it actually was.|
|Ditto, but showing the full 9 inches.|