Well hey there, fellow passenger!
If you’ve been keeping up with the adventures of me and Doña Farfalle al Dente, the Fiat 500, you know that we’ve been experiencing just the strangest little winter the northern Midwest has had to offer.
Temps in the 40s. Barely any snow. And when we have gotten snow, it’s been minimal, turning to slush the same day it fell from the sky.
This past Tuesday, we got our comeuppance.
In abundance.
A comeuppbundance, you might call it.
Snow, snow galore! And driving winds to boot. Upwards of 50 mph, or so they say.
The strong winds created oodles of snow drifts. Doña Farfalle didn’t get covered too badly, but snow in the parking lot piled up past my waist.
That was Tuesday.
Then, Saturday came.
And with it – HOLY unexpected mountains of snow, Batman!
We got well over a foot – with no warning at all. Thankfully, it was the weekend, and I had little to do aside from make homemade vegan chili and watch Lord of the Rings marathons.
I’ve since dug out Doña, but don’t think it was an easy feat. The snow was incredibly light and powdery, making it easy to move, but there was a TON of it.
As predicted, Doña has held up wonderfully on the roads, though I suppose Duluth’s awesome street cleaning crew has a little something to do with that — not to mention the sudden stretch of days with temps in the 40s, turning the piles of powder into gentle slush.
We’re charging forth into March, and hopefully the last bits of winter will soon be behind us. I can’t wait for the weather to warm up (more so) and the streets to clear off (more so) so Doña and I can really hit the open road and go on some new adventures. There’s still so much of the great states of Minnesota and Wisconsin to see. Plus, you know… the rest of America 
.