As it happens...what I'm thinking (yes, I get to switch tense...)
|LG, Jingle, and the sled... the blizzard is so cute at first|
So, I make my way down to fish them out. Keep in mind, I am about 20kg heavier than my daughter. As soon as I step over the transition zone of the hill, I sink 4 ft. I take another step and sink another foot. Holy crap, I’m wading in a 5 ft snow drift of unpacked powder. I'm in a snow drift! Ohh yeah, blizzard winds can create snow drifts; its like a hurricane with snow.
I keep moving. The more I struggle against the snow , the more I begin to sink.
Ok, so this is not working, lets try going down and walking back-up. Negatory, still too deep. Ah ha, I'll use the sled to pack down the snow.... if that doesn't work, I can spread my weight across it, s we don't sink and try to climb back up it. Nope, too slippery, still too unpacked. I imagine that this is what Indiana Jones must feel like in quick sand.
It's like a bad workout--when you keep fighting against a weight, it's just not happening... and you keep going at it anyway, even though you're now risking personal safety just to satisfy your ego, your need to be right.
Jingle has an idea. He's running towards the woods. The forest's snow is quite lighter. The forest is the opposite direction of the gym. I got my cell phone, maybe there will still be enough time to call for help and for then to find us.
We start moving. Just moving forward is progress. From our new point of view, the lowest point in the area, we can now see the undulations in the snow. Yes, much of it is a giant wall where 2ft of snow was magically blow into 5 ft. There is one spot that appears quite innocuous.
On a different side of the hill, a delivery truck was parked. Hmmm, the huge truck was physically blocking the wind. May be, that divot in the snow is a true break in depth.
We wade over in now waist deep snow, which you can actually move through, towards the truck. We start climbing the hill. the sinking is attenuated. LG, being much lighter, is able to climb up the side. Jingle and I follow in the path. I feel like I am doing a series of one leg squats trudging out of the snow.
|Maine, blizzard of 2015|
Well, we made it. I now understand how someone could actually die in a blizzard if they just hit the wrong patch of snow. We had to surrender our sled to get back up the hill. I'm sure we'll find it in the spring.
See video of it on my instagram @gwensisto