But sheer volume of snow is a burden, and officially today it became a curse. Depicted here in this Novaesque diagram is the problem: the pile has finally achieved unity with my own height. Therefore shoveling newly fallen snow requires me to lift it above my head. Now I'm more of a cardio guy--I don't resistance train on my DELTOIDS-- so I can't quite do it, at least not enough times to put a dent in last night's dump. There are however two alternatives:
- Launch the scoop like a discus from waist height. 10% blows back in your face, and you eventually tear yourself in 'places.'
- Use one of those 'one horse open sleigh' shovels to shuttle loads over the mountain and in back behind the house.
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Funny you should post that, I just came in from taking pictures of our snowbanks (we're in Gatineau). It's a darned good thing we had that thaw after the first big snows, or else I think the banks would be at the roof, except that not even the snowblower will pitch it that high.
LOL - Oh Aleks, you keep me in stitches laughing. I swear a tad under my breath (or some times right out loud) every time I see the amount of snow that was dropped (or should I say "shat") on you guys down South.
I hope it ends sometime soon for you! And boy am I GLAD I don't have to do any shoveling this year .. I will gladly trade the snow for -40 ... although I wouldn't mind getting maybe a foot of snow up here so it isn't so rocky snowmobiling....
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