This forecast was the last thing I read before going to bed Friday night and I could hardly sleep. My alarm sounded at 6:30 Saturday morning and, with sleep still in my eyes, I hobbled over to the window and parted the blinds. Thick and white, it was like a heavy layer of fondant covering the city. I roused my sleeping wife, gathered my gear and out we went.
I know I'm stating the obvious, but this much snow - close to 20 inches - really transforms a place. Especially a place like Pittsburgh, where it's far enough north to get really hammered once every few winters, but not so far north that the city is fully prepared to handle it. What this kind of snow does is take the relative clockwork of our urban lives and gum it up. This force majeure takes our plans for the day and scraps them. It leaves us in a world controlled by things that are not us, much like the deep forest or high mountain.
So out Les and I stepped, bound for the wooded park we frequent whenever we've had too much of the indoors.
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