You may have heard we had a bit of snow here in Minneapolis. Enough, in fact, to collapse the Metrodome (pretty cool video there). So, what does any sane person do when there’s 16 or 17 inches of snow on the ground, 20-30 mile an hour winds, and bitter cold? Go for a walk and take some pictures of course!

Pretty average car in a parking lot

If nothing else, it's sort of a cool shape for a hatch back. Unfortunately the car underneath was a sedan.

Street parking wasn't much better.

This is on Hennepin, and was about as good as any road looked.

You can see the plume of snow blowing straight sideways off of this roof - it was pretty much constant like that. If you look at the edge of the roof, there's an overhang of snow that's built up from the wind.

This is someone cross country skiing on Hennepin - on the road. There were a few people doing this, and a few bikes as well. Also note the complete lack of moving cars. There was one stuck about every two blocks on just about every street though.

I just thought this was really pretty.
And if you happened to be watching the Weather Channel at about 6pm Saturday, while they were talking to their correspondent in Minneapolis, you can see me walking in the background. That settles it, I’m famous.
Also, while I was walking home, I was helping push a car that had gotten stuck in an intersection, the third one in five blocks. As it got some traction and started moving my feet went out from under me and I slammed down on my knee. I got up, brushed myself off, and kept going. Then I heard someone from behind me yelling in a very Nelson from the Simpsons manner, “Haha, wipeout! Hey Wipeout! Hey WIPEOUT!! hahaha”. Ah, Minnesota, always someone there to kick you while you’re down.
So, once I got back to my place and finally warmed up, my knee started hurting, a lot. And it had one big spot where I had hit it on the pavement that was starting to bruise and swell a lot. So, as a final indignity, I had to pack it in ice for a while.
While I was laying there, I heard a plow going through the alley to make a first pass at clearing it out. When I looked out, it was actually one of those giant end loaders – the kind where the cab is about five or six feet in the air and has three foot tall tires and you sort of wonder how it fits under the phone and power lines. In the course of trying to plow through our alley, or the part of it I could see, it got stuck and had to back up and make a running start to keep going. Six times.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go limp out into the sub-zero wind chills and start digging my car out of the piles of snow the end loader and the wind left, so I can hope to actually have it out by time I have to go to work on Monday. My car, unfortunately, does not have three foot tall tires.
Could someone remind me why I live here?
Anyone?
Anyone at all?