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The shadow person is me, walking our minister’s German Shepherd. We are watching her while the pastor and his family visit relatives in southern California. Notice how the wind blew the ground bare in places, while piling up deep drifts in other places.
Those are Golden Delicious apples hanging on the tree! Prior to the blizzard, our winter weather had been very mild. The temperature was 65 degrees here on Christmas day. Then the arctic-powered Goliath blizzard blew in and everything changed…
WOW — a cobweb covered in snow! It looks like a tiny alien angel!
During the 21 hours we were without electricity, while the blizzard winds were howling and the outside temperature dipped into the teens, our indoor temperature went down to 48.2F. Which really isn’t bad, considering that our only heat source was a small gas oven.
My husband was sick during the blizzard. Here he is swaddled in a big warm comforter, with our little poodle on his lap. While the indoor temp was only 48, my hubby kept saying he was too warm because of his fever. So I had to keep covering him up. I love this guy!
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The howling wind started the day after Christmas and blew non-stop for most of two days and two nights, reaching a velocity of over seventy miles per hour.
We live on the high plains of eastern New Mexico, an area known for extreme weather. A town less than fifty miles from us had gusts up to 82 mph! The wind was so fierce, it stripped the siding completely off a house in a nearby town.
Although our total snowfall was less than one foot, the winds blew the ground bare in many places, while piling up drifts as high as ten feet in other places.
Our town lost electricity for twenty-one hours. According to a news report, a nearby residential area was without power almost twice as long.
The National Guard was deployed to help clear the roads, after a Homeland Security snowcat broke down while attempting to rescue stranded motorists. When the wind finally died down, a helicopter was used to rescue those who were still stranded in their vehicles. Incredibly, the drifts were impassable for 4-wheel drive vehicles and snowmobiles!
A freight train was derailed by the winds about five miles outside of town. Another freight train was blown off the tracks about thirty miles away.
More than 35,000 dairy and beef cattle were killed by the blizzard in our area. Poor animals. That hurts just thinking about it.
We lost a lot of shingles off our roof, as did many other houses in the neighborhood. Our mailbox blew down and a street lamp blew off a pole across from our house. My husband’s long heavy wheelchair ramp blew over, then it blew over again. Our fence blew down in several places. It looks like the fence has been destroyed and will need to be replaced, along with our roof.
Ever since the fence blew down, we’ve had to take the dogs out on a leash when they need to potty. BRRRRR…. it was SEVERELY COLD in the almost hurricane-force gale when the outdoor temperature was down in the teens! I was nearly blown off my feet at least half a dozen times. One of my stepdaughter’s Chihuahua-Whippet dogs was blown into the air and slammed face first into a snowdrift. He’s the one we call Ninja. He seems to be alright, though. He’s a tough little guy.
I am very thankful that my family and I made it through the power outage without freezing to death! We thought we were prepared to survive without electricity. This experience has taught us how wrong we were. Hopefully we will be better prepared the next time something like this happens. Considering that we had a tornado just a little over two months ago, and a supercell storm with softball sized hail in 2012, I expect it won’t be long before we have another major weather event.
Here, where the high desert meets the high plains, we seem to be a magnet for extreme weather. We range from triple digit temperatures in the summer to single digit temps in the winter. Supercells, created by colliding air masses of hot and cold temperatures, are common here.
I wonder if this is how it feels to be a duck sitting in a shooting gallery? 😮
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