A Day Buried in a March Sierra Snowstorm

We had a massive storm roll through Tahoe at the beginning of March. The snow just kept piling up, and stepping outside felt like entering another world. The drifts were easily over my head, burying everything in sight and muffling all sound.

From inside, it was a different kind of quiet. The view out the glass doors was completely blocked by a wall of white, with huge icicles hanging down from the roofline. Every window told the same story, with snowdrifts creeping up past the sills, turning the house into a cozy, wood-paneled bunker.

The sun finally made an appearance, lighting up the sheer volume of snow that had fallen. It was piled so high on the garage that it was starting to slide off in a huge cornice, right over the basketball hoop. It doesn't look like anyone will be playing on that for a while.