A white-out you ask...that's when you look across the street and it isn't there. The one time you can truly enjoy living remotely, it gives the illusion of being the only person on the block. Traffic comes to a stand-still, as people hunker down and stay home to await it's demise.
I have to laugh remembering a comment my Brother once made, as he moved back after 35 years in sunny California, what is the matter with people back here in Iowa, they freak out when the weather forecasts a storm...well, he now joins the group of freaks from Iowa that take note rather than take flight. This is serious stuff, you pay attention and have provisions at hand, you never know what any storm could turn into...monsters lurking to turn driving into an impossibility, loss of power in frigid, single digit degrees, loss of food source for wildlife and farm animals, people stranded, white-knuckled in their cars afraid to move 'cause they can't see the road anymore.
Something we natives take very serious...I'm just glad I don't have to walk to the outhouse...as much as I want to reduce my footprint on the planet...that is one I'm inclined not to sacrifice. Although at times, the toilet seats get mighty ugly...right TOT...HA!