This week marked the 6th anniversary of Snowvember.

One of the main culprits was Typhoon Nuri, a monster typhoon that slammed into the Bering Sea. It unleashed an early-season deep polar air-mass.

I remember that Monday seeing the potential for not only our first big lake-effect event of the season but a big one as well. I was on-air talking about measuring the snow in feet, although it turned out to be feet upon feet.

I packed two suits just in case I got stuck for the night.

I usually leave around 2 a.m. for my ride in from the Southtowns. This time, I left around 12:45 a.m., knowing the intensity of the snow would make me need extra time to drive.

I have never been afraid of driving in snow as I have lived in and covered lake-effect my entire life.

The snow was so intense that not only could I not see in front of me, I could barely see the hood of my car!

I had to roll the window down on several occasions to see the mailboxes and guard rails to my left, letting me know I was still on the road.

I remember crossing Milestrip Road at the Ford plant and seeing the stranded vehicles, ultimately not getting dug out for days. I emerged from the lake-effect band just before the Skyway and could see stars as I was crossing the Skyway.

Immediately I jumped on-air and was wall-to-wall live every 10 minutes, from 4:30 a.m. until about 3 p.m.

My wife, who was home with our five-year-old son, kept sending me pictures of the snow piling and piling up.

I ended up in a hotel that night. I grabbed a bite to eat at the lobby bar and made my way to my room, where I went to bed early, ready for another intense day tomorrow.

That band did make a brief visit in Buffalo before falling apart later that Wednesday morning. I was finally able to catch my breath after another morning of wall-to-wall coverage.

At this time, with roads closed and travel banned, I knew I was not going to make it home before round two began Wednesday night.

Since there was no snow across the Northtowns, I was able to make it to a Target to get some supplies, such as toiletries and some extra clothes. The great thing about suits is if you change the shirt and tie between two, you get four outfits, which was what I needed.

That night, as I ate at the lobby bar again, I talked to a couple of snow removal guys who were also stranded, and each of us told our Snowvember stories. This event will always have a lasting impression on all who experienced it.

On Thursday, while still covering the event from roughly 2 a.m. until 4 p.m., I got a call from my wife that our porch ceiling was beginning to cave in. At that point, I knew I would have to get home as soon as this event was over.

My son did his best to help shovel but was no match for the wall of snow.

As the event came to an end Friday, the cleanup had just begun. There were still numerous road closures and travel bans for areas south of Buffalo, areas that I would have to drive through to get home.

I was able to get a tip of a possible route from one of my producers, who made it into the city from the Southtowns that morning. I had to drive around where the snow had fallen. What is typically a half-hour drive took about 4 hours.

The snow reduced neighborhood roads to single lanes because the snow was piled up so high. The National Guard had not yet made it to plow using their loaders.

I had to park down the street to get to my house. I had not seen my wife or son in 4 days but needed to shovel right away to get the car out of the road.

I spent that evening only able to clear enough snow to fit my car into the driveway. A friendly neighbor even came over with his snowblower to help but was no match for the feet of snow and could not make a dent. This snow had to be removed by hand.

I remember making it to a local restaurant that evening, and it was a surreal scene of people talking about the snow and the event, a moment that I will never forget.

The next day, I started shoveling the roof (yes, the roof) before the snow did any damage to the structure. The snow was so high that I fell off at one point but was able to crawl back on using the snowdrifts!

I felt like I shoveled non-stop for 2.5 days, then was back to work on Monday before I knew it.

Not a week goes by that this event does not pop up into my head or get brought up in conversation. The reality of it all is while we call this a "once in a lifetime event," I have a feeling that history will repeat itself sooner rather than later.