So this afternoon I decided to trek across the snow to the shed. This is about 25 feet away. But 25 feet in 40 inches of snow is challenging.
The experience of being inside while the storm howls around the house is like traveling in a house sized plane. You aren't cramped in a narrow seat, but you are shut in, and stepping out the door is just as impossible as stepping out of a moving airplane. You look out the window and wait while the snow piles up and blocks the doors. You watch and wait for the snowplow, knowing that the task of digging to the roadway is impossible without machinery.