Shoveling snow is not generally my favorite activity. In fact, at the house in Alberta, my usual solution to snowfall was to drive in and out of the driveway a couple dozen times, until it was nicely packed down. It worked for all the years I lived there!
On the acreage, however, it does not work quite like that. As little as half an inch of snow, or even no snow at all, seems to turn into a knee-deep drift in only a few hours, if the wind is brisk. This morning, after what would have amounted to a little skiff of snow in town, I had to take a real run at the driveway to get out. Then, after almost hitting the ditch four times in a mile and a half, I turned around and came home again.
I am not sure how long the driveway really is, maybe twice as long as a city block, but I can attest that it seems to be about fifteen miles when you are trying to clear knee-deep drifts out of it with a scoop shovel. It would be easier with a proper shovel, but Hubby managed to break the other one, the last time it snowed. It is also pretty disheartening to finally get to the end of the drifts, only to have the snowplow swoosh past and deposit another foot or so across the mouth of the driveway.
This would be somewhat easier to cope with if we had a 4×4 truck, instead of an ancient Corolla and a Saturn sportscar. I see a major vehicle purchase in our near future…