Salt Lake City was supposed to have a blizzard yesterday. The National Weather Service published all these dire warnings, telling us visibility would be non-existent, travel impossible, so businesses should close early and everyone should plan on being completely housebound on Wednesday.
The snow was preceded by a big wind. It was nasty, but not so nasty I couldn't go for a really long walk (if I was going to be stuck inside for three days, I wanted to get some exercise and air while I could) and then walk to the grocery store when I realized I'd forgotten to buy garlic and a roasting pan, two things without which you cannot have Thanksgiving dinner.
The storm was supposed to hit SLC around 6 p.m. And sure enough, around 6 p.m., it started to snow. And sure enough, visibility sucked. (Though it was sort of nice to look out from my balcony and not be able to see that hideous scar on the horizon, the Church Office Building, which is extra-super ugly.) But when the snow started, the wind dropped off.
And then, after four or so hours, the snow stopped. The wind never came back. And the devastating blizzard dropped a whole six or so inches of snow. Provo, an hour to the south, didn't get any snow at all.