I write to you from 2,630 feet upon on the Allegheny Plateau, and I have four-to-five-foot high drifts in our yard! Our Subaru almost is buried, and this snow is going to stay around for a while! Our road is a county road, which means that state trucks don’t throw down salt and other chemicals (that contaminate our wells), but the county trucks heroically have been coming up and down Pocahontas Road and at least making it passable. (I notice that at least one heroic local guy has been making the rounds with his own plow, thus showing that it is not just government that keeps our road from turning into a big snow drift.)

The good thing about this is that Washington, D.C., is paralyzed, which means the bureaucrats cannot steal from us for a few days. We in Garrett County, Maryland, will be moving about within a day (and we expect to go to church tomorrow). Our county flag has four symbols on it, and one of them is a snowflake, so we tend to take snowstorms in stride.