eighteen inches here on the hill, though the official count is only 10 inches at the local airport (We always get more) - just waded out to the barn and fed the horse and burro. The burro has sense and stayed in his stall - the gelding was running around the pasture - icicles hanging off him like knight's barding. The Malamute is in sseventh heaven - but the cats have settled down in their basket for a long winter's nap.