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The plow doesn't get to our end of the dead end street very often. By the time they did last night they were plowing up several inches of slush from the day's rain on top of maybe 16 inches of snow. That all got mixed together and piled about three to four feet high along the curb. And, as temperatures dropped, the long wall changed from a slushy mix ... to solid ice. My snow shovel laughed when I tried to wedge it in.
We're supposed to get a little more snow tomorrow.
Then, by the end of the week, temps are supposed to get to the fifties. Which will be a whole 'nother problem.
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