The freezing temperatures prevented recovery for several days.
Snow and ice was packed in everywhere.
The railroad shut down and instituted a liberal leave policy.
After being cooped-up for 2 weeks the town folk decided to get out of the house
They went down under the trestle, by Gunpowder Falls, to serenade and feed the homeless (aka Hobos).
The Hobos relaxed in the cold, enjoying a cup of joe and some hot beef.
The children went sledding on their Flexible Flyers.
All this ruckus attracted some southerners.
As well as some other characters from a nearby area.
The additional squawking went on for hours.
The noise scared the local wildlife.
Neil came by to rescue someone but could not figure out who needed to be rescued. The hobos felt they could use some whiskey.
Many other truly took advantaged of good snow and went skiing.
It doesn't get any better than this.
An order of libation was called-in.
The libation would loosen the winter grasp.
Over the hills and though the woods
Several settled into hot tubs. What a wonderful day. That is enough ….
Oh My, … those long winter nights!
(Don't ask me where I got these people, most are Christmas ornaments that I got off of a sale rack, years ago.)