Erie, Pennsylvania was socked with a five-foot snowfall that started on Christmas and stopped two days later. A few days after that another foot fell. I saw the national news accounts of the historic snow, but I was also lucky enough to witness it myself.
I grew up just outside of Erie and I still have family there, so this great city is my annual post-Christmas destination. A foreboding forecast didn’t dampen my desire to get “home” for Christmas and to have my boys see their uncles and grandfather. Besides, the snow was forecasted to be centralized right in Erie. True to the weatherman’s word, the first 19/20th of the seven-hour trip was a piece of cake. Half an hour south of Erie the sun was shining and grass blades stuck out through the meager snowfall amount.
For those not familiar with Erie, it is on the shore of Lake Erie. Just like Buffalo, Erie often gets pummeled by lake-effect snow. So as I got closer to the lake, the snow started coming down and it barely stopped the entire time I was there — which, by the way, was supposed to be three days but turned out being six because of the snow.
While I didn’t venture far from my brother’s house, my brother and I did take a short walk to a small park in his neighborhood. Notice I said “short” walk, not quick walk. We covered only about a mile, but trudging through thigh-high snow with no snowshoes proved to be quite a workout.
I didn’t get any bird photos, but did manage to snap a few keepers. So, here’s what five, no six, feet of snow looks like. More photos coming in the coming days, too.
Anyone want to catch a baseball game? These are bleachers at a youth baseball field.
Here’s the fence in foul territory along the first-base line.
I’ll end with a bird-related photo …