Could I get any more rural Canadian?

It’s snowing in Northwestern Ontario. Like, a metric buttload. So, after being sent home from work because of the potentially-harrowing 35km drive home, I fire up the snowblower. For the second time in 16 hours.
Here’s the side door, after two shovellings:
Three-quarters of the way through snowblowing our driveway-which-goes-on-forever-or-so-it-seems…
…I hear *THUNK* and watch as I send this:
…sailing into the neighbour’s back yard. Thank goodness their house is a goodly distance away; it just bounced off the skeletal frame of their backyard trampoline.

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