I was not yet a teen. Our driveway - long, with 4 other homes - was drifted 10 feet deep. Dad was the CEO of a business, and felt he needed to be at work. Called some friends with snowmobiles to come get him. They lived about 6 miles away. He packed a bag, got on a snowmobile, and took off. Didn't see him for about 4 days.
One neighbor was in the sand and stone business. After a couple of days, he brought home a payloader and cleared the driveway/lane.
Brothers and I had fun, digging tunnels, jumping from the drifts onto the roof of our house. Sledding down the drifts. Apparently we had enough food, as mom couldn't leave for a couple of days.
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