I used to like snow. After shoveling for two days now, I don't care if I never see another teaspoon of it. The forecast predicted about six inches of snow on Saturday, Feb. 15. By mid-afternoon Monday we had more than two feet -- more than Linda or I have ever seen fall. Linda's sister Mary Ann and her friend Cathy were visiting from Florida at the time, and have they ever had a non-Florida experience!

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	This is a view of our street looking toward our house before much of the snow fell. We had about two inches of snow on the ground from last week before the first flake of the blizzard fell. On the left is the white brick house of our neighbors, who had the fun experience of having a baby in the middle of the storm of the century.
	This is the view from our front porch after we'd had about 20-24 inches, some time Saturday. The big mound of snow in front is what we shoveled off the front steps and the porch itself.
	My truck, at about the 18 inches mark, some time early Saturday. This photo was taken by looking out the window of the family room (hence the blue tint).
	When I took this picture I was standing on the freshly shoveled path from the front door to the car. The snow was piled so high that you really got a workout just lifting the shovel to the top of the pile -- quite an experience for a bunch of Floridians.
	The truck on Sunday, after two feet of snow had fallen.
	Our house, some time Sunday. Photo taken by Linda. Notice the tracks made by Linda and Mary Ann on the left side of the photo, leading out to the middle of the cul-de-sac so they could take the photo. It was a trek.
	My truck again, late Sunday or perhaps early Monday.
	When this photo was taken, we thought there wouldn't be any more snow, but there was. Eventually this car was almost completely buried until three college kids came by. In their words, they were "out serving humanity". Translation: serious cabin fever. They dug out this car, shoveled the parts of our driveway that we hadn't yet done, and did our neighbor's driveway as well.
	Here's Linda's sister Mary Ann coming back from taking a picture somewhere.
	I kept having to shovel a path in the back yard for our dog Corey. If she were to go into the snow as it was, she'd be lost! She was pretty good about it until it got up to her stomach, but then we started clearing a path for her. I wouldn't want to have to do what she does in the snow.
	At one point I couldn't resist the temptation to make a snow angel. The snow was so deep that I thought I would sink right through to the bottom, but I didn't; consequently my angel was only about six inches deep.
	Before the snow got too deep to leave the house, Linda and Mary Ann and Cathy went down to our favorite hill to get some sledding time in. Cathy's on the left, and Mary Ann is hiding behind the red sled.
	Here are the Blankenship sisters preparing to go down the hill in tandem. I think that didn't work out so well.
	Trees in Rock Creek Park prior to the biggest of the storm. Rock Creek Park seems miles away now!
	Here's Mary Ann in front of a bridge that spans Rock Creek. She doesn't look much like a Florida girl here, does she?