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Record-setting Christmas storm buries Pennsylvania’s fourth largest city under more than 4 feet of snow

December 27, 2017 by  
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Lake-effect snow buried Pennsylvania’s fourth largest city under more than four feet of snow over Christmas, smashing both local and state snowfall records while hampering holiday travel around the Great Lakes.

With snow falling at a rate of up to three inches per hour, the National Weather Service reported Erie, Pa., picked up 56.5 inches of snow since the storm began on Christmas Eve. The bulk of that fell in a 30-hour period from Christmas morning into Tuesday.

Erie officials have declared a state of emergency and are pleading with motorists to stay off city streets and nearby highways, including Interstates 90 and 79. Pennsylvania Gov. Tom Wolf (D) was also expected to call up some national guardsmen because so much snow has fallen there is concern ambulances will not able to reach some patients.

“They don’t have vehicles high enough, so we are currently working with the national guard to be able to deploy Humvee ambulances to assist them,” said Richard D. Flinn, the secretary of the Pennsylvania Department of Emergency Management. “We will also provide the state police with Humvees in case they need it.”


According to the National Weather Service, Erie received 34 inches on Christmas Day, easily topping its previous 24-hour snowfall record. After another 20.5 inches piled up from midnight through 1 p.m. Tuesday, the National Weather Service said Erie had broken Pennsylvania’s previous all-time two-day state snowfall record, set in 1958 when Morgantown received 44 inches.

An additional one foot to two feet of snow could fall across Erie through Wednesday.

So far, Erie has received 94 inches of snow in December, making it the snowiest month in the city’s history. The city averages about 100 inches of snow in an entire season.

Located along Lake Erie nearly midway between Buffalo and Cleveland — which the storm has largely spared, so far — Erie’s 99,000 residents are used to heavy snow and brutal winds. In late fall and early winter, cold air pours over the relatively warm lake waters, picking up moisture and depositing it downwind as snow.

But the heaviest snow usually falls away from the immediate lakeshore, where higher elevation helps to squeeze out the most moisture. It’s also relatively rare for the most intense snow bands to remain parked over one area for an extended period.

This time, the snow band stalled along the shoreline, clogging streets in Erie with mounds of snow.  At times on Christmas, parts of Erie were receiving one inch of snow every 15 minutes, according to accounts on social media.

In an interview, Erie Mayor Joseph E. Sinnott (D) said the snow is so deep cars have been “bottoming out” in it.

“The last two decades we haven’t had as much snow as we used to have in the 70s,” Sinnott said. “Although we have had snow, not like this, so people are not used to it. . . . We managed to keep the main streets as clear as possible, but the side streets are very deep, and even the SUVs are having trouble.”

Despite whiteout conditions at times, travel around Erie was complicated by residents who tried to press ahead with their Christmas plans.

Jane Dorler, 41, said she and her husband relied on their Toyota Tundra truck to make it to her parents’ house for Christmas dinner.

“We didn’t have to, but my husband wanted to, and he thought it was an adventure,” Dorler said. “We had to go 10 miles across town, and I remember when I got out onto the road, I was like, ‘they haven’t even plowed this. And I said to him, ‘this is probably the worst I have ever seen.’”

Though they passed several cars that got stuck in the snow, the couple made it to her parents’ home safely.

At times on Monday, travel lanes on Interstate 90 were blocked by stuck vehicles or jackknifed tractor-trailers. But the highway remains open, although Pennsylvania State Police are urging motorists to postpone travel if possible.

Scores of motorists have been stranded on Interstate 90 in both Pennsylvania and New York during major lake-effect events. In Pennsylvania, the highway runs parallel to the lake, about 10-miles inland in an elevated location highly susceptible to whiteouts from blowing and drifting snow.

“The value added today is many people are still off, and obviously the schools are closed (for Christmas), so you don’t have as many people going to work or out in the community,” Flinn said. “The bad news is, if people are coming back from Christmas, traveling on interstates, that is obviously a concern.”

Dorler, who works at a local nursing home but is off until Friday, plans to heed that advice and stay indoors on Tuesday.

Even though even more records could fall before the storm ends, both Sinnott and Dorler expect Erie will be back up and operating normally within days.

Sinnott said well-tested Erie public works crews can quickly make streets passable again once the snow stops.  And Dorler said any true Erieite won’t allow the snow to keep them confined indoors for long.

“It’s really quite stunning but it’s not really that shocking,” Dorler said. “I’ve lived here long enough.”


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All I want for Christmas

December 26, 2017 by  
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When I think of Christmas, I think of snow.

Because UC Berkeley is full of students from many cultures, the winter holiday means something different to each student. To me, that holiday is Christmas, and Christmas means snow.

In my mind, the two are inextricably tied together — Christmas is snow and snow is Christmas. I was born and raised in Toronto, Canada, so I’ve never had a Christmas without snow. That is, until I came to Berkeley.

I had to adjust to a few things when I moved to Berkeley: getting over the time difference, dealing with my student visa, being independent for the first time and growing used to a snowless winter.

Gone were the days of snowstorms and hail. Gone were the news alerts that school was canceled because we had a foot of snow. Instead, I looked up and saw sunny, cloudless skies and walked around in a light, fall-weather jacket.

When December rolled around my freshman year, I eagerly looked outside my window for a glimpse of snowflakes falling from the sky before I remembered where I was. I texted my parents, asking for pictures of our house buried in snow. I counted down the days until winter break — yes, because I’d be done with finals, but mostly because I’d be reunited with snow.

One of my favorite moments is the first snow of the season. The light crinkly sound the crystallized flakes make as they hit the ground. The crunch of those flakes under my boot. The way they get caught in my hair as I walk home. My holiday never really begins until that first snow.

So moving to a place without snow was a shocking adjustment. It felt like the holiday was never going to come — finals just seemed to drag on and on, with no end in sight. Time seemed frozen without the snow to mark the start of winter.

I never felt farther away from home than I did that first winter in Berkeley.

I’m not naive — I know that one of the main reasons I miss snow so much is because I’m separated from it. I remember what it was like to live with snow every day in the winter, and I remember how fed up I would get after falling down five times on my way home from school.

Snow isn’t always glamorous. I know that during winter break, I will eventually get frustrated with the weather. Inevitably, I’ll walk outside in the cold and curse under my breath, bitterly complaining about the minus-15-degree weather (in Celsius). I will complain about the black ice (and I still remember one winter when I was rushing to school and slipped on the black ice in my driveway, nearly breaking my back). I will complain about the slush that seeps into my nonwaterproof shoes, freezing my toes.

But even when I’m slipping and sliding on my way to the subway in freezing weather — even as I bitterly complain about the cold — when I see snow dust float down from tree branches in the wind, I will smile. Because to me, snow isn’t just the weather — it’s home.

When I think of snow, I think of my brother sitting on our couch, loudly rehearsing his lines for his school play. I think of my mom next to him, helping him practice while drinking her homemade hot chocolate. I think of my dad sitting on the floor, grinning as he decorates our Christmas tree with Coca-Cola bottles and R2-D2 figurines that light up (we are a family of pop and “Star Wars” lovers).

I think of me sitting in the middle of it all, wrapped in a warm fluffy blanket, alternating between looking at my family and looking out the window as the snow falls from the sky.

When I miss snow, I really miss my family. When I’m reunited with snow, I’m reunited with my home. I get very nostalgic during the holidays, and snow is just the embodiment of all that I miss when I’m away at school.

A few days after I came home for the break this year, Toronto had a mild snowstorm. The morning after, I looked outside my window and saw what I’d been wishing for since November.

Snow was here, and I was finally home.

“Off the Beat” columns are written by Daily Cal staff members until the spring semester’s regular opinion writers have been selected. Contact the opinion desk at [email protected] or follow us on Twitter @dailycalopinion.

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