Saturday evening, April 8, forecast for 1-2" of snow here in the Champlain Valley. No big deal, anything that falls will melt right off. Heard it raining during the night, supposed to turn to snow later, maybe the forecasters got this one right<p>Woke up Sunday morning, around 7:30. Maybe 1 1/2" on the ground and snowing moderately. Weather Channel is now up to 2-4", still no big deal, it'll melt, none of the residence customers will want to be plowed so we won't have to mess with gravel drives.<p>9:00 AM Sunday, forecast jumps to 6-12", radar maps show heavy snow surrounding us. Had the Bugler sound "Boots and Saddles". Equipment status is one truck (91) down with no heater blower motor, no big deal, we've got a spare truck. Took the mounting brackets for the small spreader off 97 last week, have to remount them and get the spreader on. Hang plows on 88 & 97 and get the spreader on, we're ready.<p>Son starts on the trailer park, I go load Magic salt and swing back by home. Son is here with a bad leak on the plow. Leak is because part of the lift linkage has broken and bent/broke a hydraulic fitting. I go to finish trailer park and spread salt, son takes sidewalk blower to one of the condos. Blower quits on him, by now there's 4" plus and falling 1 "+ per hour. He hand shovels sidewalks, then goes after plow parts. (Our Sno-Way dealer is the main reason we like the plows, 24/7 parts availability)<p>By now there's 6" and gaining. Residence customers start calling, they get told we will plow but if they are on gravel we will not accept responsibility for damage<p>We end up at opposite ends of the route, he calls, spun out on snow pack and is now cross ways a driveway and every time he tries to move he gets closer to the deck on the house. "Sit still, I'll be there soon as I can. I'm 12 miles away and traffic is going 25 mph. Leisurely drive and I'm there, snatch him out and we tag team the driveway, it's one of those where you have to push downhill to almost the garage and then push off crossways to clear it. Get that one done and separate again. Not 5 minutes later he calls again, truck popped a brake hose.<p>He goes home again, swaps his plow onto 91 (no heater motor) and heads back out. As long as you're traveling there is enough air coming out of the defroster to keep the windshield clear so we can at least work.<p>By now there's a foot on the ground. Bottom few inches are soaking wet from all the water on the ground when it started snowing. Pushes mean, won;t slide off the plow and if you leave any it's like ice under the wheels. <p>9:00 PM by now, we hold council of war at home. Son heads for the industrial park, which we had let sit all day, nobody needs plowing on Sunday. I head out for the final few residential customers (they ALL needed plowing before we were done), snowfall is over 13" in some places. Earning our keep on this one! <p>Finally got all but four sites done, 2:30 AM, gotta sleep! I stop for two hours, then back out, one industrial shop, one small apartment building. Son gets 3 hours of snooze time and meets me at the Waste District site and we tag team it, then we both head for the last stop on the route, another Waste District site in the next town.<p>Finally DONE, at 10:30 this morning. And not a minute too soon.