So over the weekend Maine was hit by a winter storm named Nemo. How ironic right Finding Nemo eh, well in regaurds to that this is my experience with Nemo.
It all starts early Saturday morning February 9th when I woke up around 6:00am it was so dark and so cold laying in my room on a beanbag chair with 1 blanket over me and 2 pillows behind me 2 pillows under my left arm and 2 pillows under my right arm. Over my windows were sleeping bags trying to keep the cold air out (complete failure).
Anyway i had to get out of my slumber of a beanbag bed as I now call it and freeze so my first thought was winter gear must be on in the house. so I put on my suit and was ready to head outside to shovel.
As I was walking to my door I had noticed the snow had reach really high on the door to the point that I couldn't open it so I went through the secondary door we have. Surprisingly the drift the snow cause never made it to the door or there would be no way to get out of the house.
As I walked outside wind and snow blew right at my face so i pulled down my hood as i walked outside closed the door then sat down to shield myself from the wind and keep my body warm for the momment. I waited a couple minutes until the wind slowed down, got up and walked towards the truck.
My dad told me if i shoveled a path to the truck and cleared the snow at the entrance he would use the truck. so i huffed over the snow that was half of me. I winded up getting stuck in the deep snow and fell in face first.
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