3 April 1983
We weren’t expecting to see snow when we woke up and looked out the window on Easter morning. By the end of the day, we had somewhere around 10 inches (25 cm) of accumulation in the driveway.
There was quite a bit of wind as well, but we took it in stride … until the next day, when a 3-day siege of extreme canyon winds began rattling the windows with a fury that you had to be there to appreciate. The wall of glass in the living room, which faced the Wasatch Mountains, bore the brunt of the winds. Gusts up to 104 mph (166 kph) were recorded. When the news came that Hill AFB had essentially shut down, we knew the storm was serious. We rode it out, safe in our basement apartment.
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