I remember when I was just a wee lad living in Ogden, Utah, we shoveled the snow off the roof because there was so much. There had been a few roof collapses around the Salt Lake valley.

That was the year that we woke up Easter morning to at least 3 feet of fresh snow on top of what was already there. It was deep enough that from our door step to the house across the street it was almost flat. The relief of the curbs, shrubbery, terracing, landscaping, and the steps up to the front door of the split levels was gone.

As a kid, I was in heaven. We lived at the base of a large hill which was the neighborhood sledding slope. :)

Brian