As most of you are aware, I am from Iowa. I grew up there. I know about cold weather. I know about blizzards. I live in the South, now, Upstate South Carolina in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. In fact, we have a mountain right up against the back of our property.
We are in the midst of a terrific snowstorm, but it is important to understand that “Southern Snow” is fundamentally different from “Northern Snow.” You can look it up.
It is wetter. It is slippier. It is less expected. It can kill because its unique characteristics surprise and blindside people. It is a liar, it is deceptive, it lures people to their deaths. It looks lovely and unique, but it hates people, cars, trucks, children who just want to play.
That’s why, when the grizzled weatherman on the local TV station says, “Stay inside” and the slightly-pudgy Highway Patrol Lance Corporal says, “Stay inside,” we do. I have walked to school in -20 weather (we didn’t have “wind chill” readings back then; couldn’t afford thelm), and I have had to go out windows to get to the front door and remove the snow so we could go outside, and I have had conversations freeze outside so that we had to wait for Spring to know what we said. But that was “Northern Snow.”
“Southern Snow” is different. Ignore that fact at your own peril. It wants to kill you, even if you are from Vermont or Michigan or South Dakota. Or Iowa. It doesn’t care. It is humorless. Beware.