We started hearing the rumors on Wednesday…a 20% chance of snow in Columbia on Friday night. While we Columbians know what a 20% chance means (squat), we still tend to get a wee bit excited when we hear the word “snow” mentioned by weather “professionals.” On Thursday the storm was in Texas and Alabama, but radars just showed rain in Columbia for the weekend. On Friday morning we woke up to a 70% chance of snow in Columbia. It was to start around 3:00 PM and reach anywhere from 1-3 inches overnight and melt by 9:00 AM on Saturday.
As one of my classmates said it last night, “the weathermen got it all wrong…this is a storm!”
At 3:00 yesterday I saw the faintest glimmer of hope as snowflakes began to fall from the sky, but just a few and you had to basically squint to see them. We had to make the decision at 4:00 to leave for class or not, depending on the weather here, but at 4:00 it was snowing lots just not sticking to the ground. So, with classes not yet canceled, we headed up the road and seemed to take the snow with us.
When we arrived in Charlotte at 6:20 PM, snow was sticking to the ground and it was rapidly falling. We were in class for a total of 1 hour, 15 minutes (for a 3 hour class) when we had to all leave due to the weather. In that mere 1 hour, 15 minutes, Queens University received a blanket of 1.5″ of the beautiful white stuff.
We stayed the night in Charlotte, not wanting to try to drive home in that weather especially knowing that Columbia was already at about 4″ of snow with over 1″ on the roads. So, we trekked to the Evans abode and stayed for the evening, all the while crossing our fingers that the Dean would make the “right call” and cancel classes for today.
We got the call at 7:00 AM, cheered, rolled over and went back to sleep for another hour. Then we tested the roads and decided that we’d rather head home to see the white stuff blanketing our own abode. We made the safe journey home, after a side stop at Trader Joe’s for some essentials, and were so very excited to see that with each mile southward the snow coverage was greater and deeper! (An anomaly that NEVER happens.) We got home to see that we had received right around 7″ at our house and the yard was still in pristine condition.
After a quick brunch we headed outside. Mason couldn’t stand it anymore and he HAD to build his snowman. And we’re not talking any normal snowman. A massive snowman. So large that 3 different people stopped while he was being built to comment on his size. Mason reverted to his childhood ways, and the perfectionist in him emerged. (Another anomaly.) He had so much fun, and I must say, it was fun being his assistant and photographer.
Following our frolic in the snow we retreated inside for warm jammies fresh from the dryer, grape adult snow cones and a movie curled up on the couch.
All in all, it was a great day…and an extra special treat for Valentine’s weekend. Just what we needed!