Posted by Mitch Mitchell on Mar 12, 2008
I live in central New York, where we’re fairly used to snow. Some areas get more than others, but all of us get more snow than pretty much anywhere else. Syracuse is the annual leader in snowfall for cities with more than 100,000 people, yet with our 115 per year average we don’t come close to some of our neighbors a few miles further north that average over 300 inches a year.
However, one thing we really don’t get all that often are blizzards. When everyone else gets pounded, quite often we only end up with remnants of those storms. I’m not sure why, but it’s probably a consequence of our usually getting at least a little bit of snow every day during the winter; at least it seems like that.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the worst storm in our history, the Blizzard of ’93. How bad was it? Where I live, a suburb of Syracuse, we got 43 inches in 24 hours, and another 18 the next day; that’s pretty bad. Thing is, we already had 4 or 5 feet of snow on the ground, so when that came, there was literally nowhere to put it. At the time I lived in an apartment complex, and I decided to get out of town to stay with my parents in the Rochester area; they ended up getting 26 inches out of the same storm. When I did finally come back home, I couldn’t pull into my complex because every car was buried, people were pretty much trapped, and they had only been able to plow out the middle of the complex and nothing else; that was something else.
Of course, come spring we had the worst flooding the area had seen until 2002, when the rainstorm of all rainstorms came through, but that tale is for another day.
Yeah, we’re nuts around here, because we celebrate the snow and curse the snow at the same time. But it gives us something to talk about.