Yesterday I went downtown to meet a friend for coffee. The weatherman had assured us that DC was on the very edge of the storm coming towards the south eastern states and that our snowfall, in the city, would likely be around the 1-3 inches starting around 11am and be all over by dinner time.
The high temperature yesterday was only 18 Fahrenheit with a spiteful wind making the "real feel" around 8. My friend spends every Christmas and New Year in Canada so there was no hope of the outing being cancelled from her end and I certainly didn't want to play the wimpy Aussie and cancel.
I left home at 9am with so many layers on that my head was pushed forward like a turtle and my arms were forced out at similar angles to a body builder. There were no snowflakes falling at home but when I came out of the metro 15 minutes later they were starting to mark the footpath:
When we left the cafe at noon workers were out attempting to clear the snow (I hope this guy had gloves in his pockets):
I walked back to Chinatown metro and waited for the train. Here it comes:
There were certainly not many people venturing out anywhere. Which seat will I take:
Closer to home the snow looks pretty on houses and untreated roads:
But ugly slushy grey on the main road :
The poor mailman still has to work:
At some stage we went past the forecast 3 inch stage - this was taken around 5pm when it was starting to taper off:
When it was over there was about 6 inches of snow out the front – but the weatherman had one thing right; it was dinner time: