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.