I used to live on the highest hill off the lake between the two TV towers. It was not uncommon for our house to be buried. At some point the snow plows couldn't be used anymore because the snow was so deep. Then out came the snowblowers. To pass a car, each had to get a little into the snowbank on their side. I practically lived on a snowmobile when I was young.
Luckily you had stores to loot, though, right? So you could stay alive and all.
The nearest store was about 20 miles away. However, we had two refrigerators and a large freezer with lots of venison and pizza from the school band fund drive. Plus my mom canned several items. We could go for a couple of months on what we had in stock. All we had to do was jump on the snowmobile and run down to the nearest gas station where there was a milk vending machine. More than once I had to snowmobile about 25 miles to school. And once my dad and our neighbor had to come on snowmobiles to get us home from school.
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