Severe wind gusts were whipping across the sky as the temperature was plummeting rapidly. There were different shades of dark and light clouds swirling all around in a wicked looking and angry sky. Then the sleet like snow started striking my face like a missile stinging each little nerve. Panic struck me and I wanted to run and take cover, but there was no place to hide from the blistering blizzard that was descending upon us. To start this story from the beginning, I'll provide you with a little narrative description of the incidents and events that are about to unfold. My husband and I were members of a snowmobile club. There were fifteen couples and almost everybody had their own machine. Meaning, the majority of the women drove their …show more content…
I bought all the fancy snowmobile clothes and a helmet with a shield, when we bought our machines. We started out with used sleds, but after being a member of the snowmobile club for the first winter, we bought matching black and yellow Ski-doos with a Bearcat-covered trailer. My sled even had a heater and a reverse. I was cool. We belonged to the club for ten years. Many interesting, dangerous, and fascinating things happened on our weekend trips. I could write a book just about snowmobiling. But I will only bore you with a couple of my stories. The habitual procedure was that we would travel to a different city in northern Michigan every other weekend during the winter months. The entire club reserved rooms at the same motel. As each couple arrived, the men would unload the machines, unhook and park the trailers. We then went into town for dinner, usually by car. The snowmobile maps would end up on the table and the men would plan the trip for the next morning. It was the same mode of action for each trip. Leave the motel at nine, ride the trails until noon, eat lunch, gas up the sleds and ride back to the motel. In between leaving and returning, there was always excitement of some kind on each and every …show more content…
I couldn't see where I was going and drove the sled right into a hole in a snowdrift. My husband was right behind me, but was able to maneuvering around me. We both wrestled the machine until it was back on the flat surface of the snow again. By this time all I wanted to do was lie down and die. I took off the face shield. I was crying, my snowsuit was utterly soaking wet, my gloves were soaked, my fingers were freezing, and there was no other answer. We had to forge forward with the sleet beating me in the face, until we could reach the motel. When we arrived at the motel, I was not in a friendly mood, to say the least. I took a bath and packed up my clothes to go home in the morning. On all previous weekend trips, we went snowmobiling on Sunday mornings, before we drove three hours to home. But not this weekend. I don't want any part of the club, it's members, the snowmobile, or my husband. "I just want to go home." "Why didn't I just stay at the gas station until the blizzard was
After they had to sit in the hot heat all day with no food or drinks they had to all be loaded into cattle cars with all of their stuff they needed but the guards took it. These cattle cars were about 28 by 8 and they had to fit 80 people in each of these cattle cars. There were no bathrooms in these cars so everyone had to do their business on the floor. This trip in the cattle cars was very long with very little stops or breaks. There were only two or so breaks on Elles' whole trip to the camp.
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School.
During the Ohio Blizzard of 1978, many people were trapped in their homes and without power. The several feet of snow absorbed all cars and some smaller homes. Extreme fog and freezing fog made it difficult for drivers to see. The high wind speeds blew down poles and trees. Three causes of the Ohio Blizzard of 1978 were wind speeds, up to 25 feet of snow, and fog.
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Also, I almost got hit and buried by snow bricks that were as hard as rocks. After this outing, I finally got the idea of why people learn by making mistakes because mistakes allow us to remember what is right and what is wrong. At first, I entered the car that I was assigned to. Our car was so crowded that I can barely stretch my legs. The two other scouts told me that they wore nothing inside their snow pants except their boxers.
The reason for this is because they had no idea the blizzard was coming. In this time the weather forecasts
Again….. I was wrong because it didn't do anything besides make us feel sick. The van had a working air conditioner, but we were sweating even with it on because we were all packed tight and frightened that our lives were going to end right there. Finally, after what seemed like days of sitting on this mountain in the middle of a foreign country, we made it to our first destination of
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us.
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The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb.
The ice cold snow melts onto my face, I laugh at myself and hope to god the people around me didn’t see that. No one was paying attention to me they all had this type of confidence and excitement to learn and grow. I stood back up and headed down the hill with all force, not knowing how to turn I abruptly put my snowboard on healedge and slammed to a stop. Little did I know I was already halfway down the hill.
The day was just after my brother’s birthday and we had just finished celebrating his birthday. My brother was more surprised, however, by the amount of snow that covered the yards outside. We both awoke to a sight much more impressive than that of December, a white landscape obscuring everything laying on the ground, including the cars. My brother and I changed faster than firemen getting ready for a rescue, as we ran outside to see the fascinating snow that surrounded our neighborhood.
We hopped right into the boat and did some tubing and wake boarding. That night we all came back to the house and grilled out. Everyone was worn out just within 4 hours and we went straight to sleep. The second day was even more fun! When we woke up we were so ready to get on the boat and do it again.
The Storm Lightning crashes overhead as I race back into the house, dripping wet. I was just returning back from an adventure in the woods. The storm was unexpected, even the forecasters had never expected it. Luckily, I managed to make it back inside safely.
I turned up the heat to a colmfy 74 degrees and flopped on one of the beds. Wrapping the blanket around me I updated social media and then laid there stretching. I was so tired from driving way more tired then I thought i was. After laying there for what seemed to be 30 minutes Leo crawled in his bed and I went to go shower and get ready for bed. WHen I got back in bed I took a look outside the window and say that snow was still falling.