The last several days have been quite the event for the Arnold family and Nashville in general. Saturday1 a winter storm rolled into Nashville. Saturday brought snow, sledding, and a lot of fun. Sunday, however, I awoke to the sound of crashing limbs and reports of power going out all over town.
I awoke the family and began preparing. Based off our experience in December of ’22, we expected 24 to 48 hours without power. We quickly showered, filled the bathtub with water, made thermoses of coffee2, and pulled perishables for the next few meals out of the fridge and into a cooler to be left on the (below freezing) back patio.
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Like many in Nashville I went to bed on Thursday night expecting to awake to a lot of ice with a little dusting of snow. I knew MNPS would be closed for the day, but I completely expected to drive into work at my normal time.
When I awoke on Friday, I was excited to see inches of snow. Like any good Southerner I ran outside and took as many photos I could. I completely expected the snow to be melted by that afternoon. But, it didn’t. The snow just kept coming and coming. All morning and all afternoon it kept accumulating. By the time I went to bed on Friday, we were sitting at six to seven inches.
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