The Night Before, The Night Before Christmas
2012-12-23 17:42:58.000 – Rebecca Scholand, Weather Observer/Education Specialist
Half of The Enterance Way Shoveled
Twas the night before, the night before Christmas, when all through the Obs,
Not an Observer was stirring, not even a mouse.
The anemometer was de-iced on the tower with care,
In hopes that century winds would soon reach here.
The Intern was nestled all snug in his gear,
While visions of extreme weather brought out a tear.
Roger cooking dinner, and Ryan Observing,
I was writing a comment to be oh so intriguing.
I am no Ryan Knapp but I sure can try, so you will just have to wait until tomorrow to hear his holiday parody.
Today I want to talk about something that was asked on our FaceBook page today when I posted a picture of all the drifted snow that needed to be shoveled. I had a few people inquire why we don’t use a Snow Blower. To answer it simply, it rarely works. Most of the snow that gets drifted into our entryway is usually as hard as concrete, and it takes a sharp spade to slowly break off chunks that can be hauled away by a shovel. The large and powerful Snow Blower that we have here on the summit can only be used half of the time. It leaves human snow removal as the only option left. On the plus side, after shoveling for a few hours, there is no need for an additional workout at night.
Rebecca Scholand, Weather Observer/Education Specialist
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