Quickly, the entire ground was covered in a sheet of ice. It continued to sleet for hours, piling more and more ice on the ground. It quickly became like an apocalypse. No one was outside, no cars on the road, and everything was frozen. It stayed frozen overnight and didn't even start to melt until late morning.
On Saturday morning, with Jon still not home from his business trip due to the ice storm, I took the boys sledding. All of us fell on the walk to the hill. Nate fell down the hill 6 times before he was able to successfully sled. So when southerners freak out about ice storms? I'm right there with them.