The forecast for a white Christmas in the North Carolina mountains called for nearly 3-5" of fresh powder to fall beginning on Christmas eve. As we watched the local weather expectantly, we began to wonder if we'd really see our first white Christmas since moving to Hendersonville nearly 18 years ago.
Granted, we've seen our share of snow since we relocated to the mountains after living for 11 years in the deep south. Just a month after our arrival in 1993 we were greeted by the arrival of the "blizzard of 93" that dumped a foot and a half of snow followed by 75 mile per hour winds. And this past winter we witnessed a total snowfall of 36", the whitest winter in decades. But we were skeptical of the forecast, especially as it evolved; snow on Friday; no, snow beginning on Saturday. 3-5", or maybe just 1-2".
We bedded down Friday night after listening the the 11 o'clock forecast of 1-2" thinking we'd enjoy our little snow. Anything that could be considered a white Christmas would be just fine. And, when we awoke Saturday there was no sign of snow. Mary Beth commented that it was much like the day before the blizzard hit - no sign of anything resembling snow. But then it began; and it continued to snow all day and most of the night. When all was said and done we had depths of 7-10" across the county.
Fortunately, and thanks to our daughter, Kimberly, we made it through the snow in her 4wd SUV to the base of Davis Mountain where we were greeted by our son-in-law, Steve, in his Polaris Ranger all terrain vehicle. We threw our luggage and gifts under the tarp in the back and piled in, snaking up the snow covered road to our daughter Kara's and her husband, Steve's mountain home. And, the next day we made it safely home again in the same manner.
Here are a few photos of the snow from our perspective.
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