Written by So, while everyone else seemed to be outside moving snow around, especially off of their roofs (modern English), over the weekend, I was busy with other things. Then today, with the wind whipping, hard and cold out of the northwest, I decided to get up on my roof. I ended up being on the rooftop, or at least on the top of the highest roof I could actually get to, for more than two hours.
Super Dad! while still in work mode. The blowing snow with the sunny backdrop made for some cool effects on this picture. (photo by 1inawesomewonder)
I moved hundreds and hundreds of pounds of snow off of every roof area I could reach. When I started, the temperature was a mild 19°F. When I finished, the temperature had dropped to 6°F, with wind chills well below zero. My beard and mustache were frozen, the legs on my pants were frozen solid from the kneecaps down, and the sleeves on the top two layers of flannel shirts I was wearing were also frozen from the elbows to the wrists. But, to add an exclamation point to the whole thing, I called my wife from my cell phone, while on the roof, and had her and our 4-year-old twins gather at the windows looking out from under the roof of the front porch.They watched as their newest Super Hero, Super Dad! jumped from the roof into an 8-foot pile of powdered snow.
There’s the landing spot. The pile was a little bit taller before I jumped into it…twice. (photo by 1inawesomewonder)
They, the twins that is, thought it was awesome! My jump probably only spanned all of two feet, but it was epic. I enjoyed it so much, I did it again.
Panorama from my cell phone while standing atop my garage. Looking north and east toward the backyard. (photo by 1inawesomewonder)