Across Chester County, front doors opened onto walls of wet white. Streets disappeared beneath drifts that reached the height of first-floor steps. On Lancaster Pike, traffic slowed to a crawl and then stopped altogether as the storm thickened into a steady roar of wind and falling snow. Somewhere in the dark, a resident stepped outside with a yardstick and pushed it into the backyard drift.
Three feet.
For many in the county, that was the moment they realized this storm was different…