We have been through such a winter that our culdesac held a contest to see who could guess the day when the large mountain of snow would melt in front of our house. The snowplows push the snow straight up the street and leave the mountain in our yard and parking area. This year, it was taller than Richard.
This is a collection of photos our neighbors shared via group text as the contest became tight between the guesses of Richard and Blake. I have not included the video a neighbor filmed of the snowpile. These photos were taken by various neighbors, at night and day, from many angles. The number of text messages exchanged over the rules of the game and our neighbors’ enthusiasm to comment on this snowpile have been high.
Richard recorded its time of death Saturday, April 15, at 12:20 p.m.
Blake won.
What will the neighbors text about now?
