[Nfb-krafters-korner] OT: lost in a snowy night

[Maria From Australia]

Thank you for sharing that article. Sounded a bit scary.

Blessings!  Maria and my guide Karly  email bubbygirl1972 at gmail.com


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> On 2 Jan 2014, at 3:14 pm, "Cathy" <flowersandherbs at gmail.com> wrote:
> 
> Hello all,
> 
> 
> 
> Totally off topic for crafts but I just could not resist!
> 
> You are my friends and I wanted to share this. It has been snowing for days
> here in northeastern Ohio with no end to the snow in sight. Every step
> outside is an adventure. Tonight when I was taking my dog out in the snow, I
> remembered that years ago I had been actually lost in the snow and the
> experience affected me so deeply that I wrote a piece about it. thought I'd
> share it with you. those of you who live in snowy parts of the world will
> probably relate to it and those of you who don't have snow can be thankful
> that you don't!
> 
> 
> 
> Cathy F
> 
> 
> 
> Lost In a Snowy Night
> 
> December 2004
> 
> It started out to be a simple trip out to the curb with a full dumpster of
> garbage, but ended up being a rather unsettling adventure.  It was snowing
> fairly hard as I dragged the trash from the garage and started down the
> driveway.  I was surprised at the amount of snow that had collected on the
> driveway and with the usual slight depressions, bumps and rough spots on the
> driveway hidden under the snow; I found it difficult to be sure if I was
> continuing straight down the driveway.  Quickly the echoing sound of my
> steps from the opened garage faded and I could hear only the hiss of snow
> falling and somewhere far away the muffled sound of traffic.  I kept moving
> carefully along feeling with my feet for the ridge of snow piled up that
> would indicate the side of the driveway.  But I couldn't find it. So I
> turned hopefully in another direction and tripped over a pile of snow that
> looked more like a snowman than a bank of snow at the side of the driveway.
> Mildly frustrated now, I turned in another direction, still feeling with my
> feet for the flat surface of the driveway, or perhaps by now it was the
> street. I listened but no cars passed, no friendly neighbors opened a Dorr
> so that I might call for help.  The only sound continued to be the hissing
> snow.  Finally I stood still straining to hear any identifiable sound like a
> flag clanking against its pole or a tree blowing in the wind.  I decided
> that I would try to find a house and thus orient myself. What I heard was
> the sound of a rattling trash bag. Ok, I thought I will head for that and
> then know that I am on the street in front of the house of some neighbor.
> By now, I had abandoned my own dumpster somewhere behind me in the snow. I
> headed for and located the trash can.  I attempted to walk around it to
> determine which direction led to the street and which to the neighbors'
> driveway. Finally I determined where I thought the street was and began to
> walk, but in which direction I still didn't know. Was I on my side of the
> street or the opposite side? Was I heading for my house or away from it?  It
> was perplexing and I was becoming cold.  Then I remembered that in my pocket
> I had my Braille compass, the one I had just received for Christmas.  Taking
> it out of my pocket I attempted to read it which was difficult with my hands
> so cold I could barely feel a thing.  Finally however I was able to
> determine via the compass in which direction I was facing.  I shuffled
> carefully through the snow till I came to a flat space indicating that I had
> likely come to the end of a driveway at the edge of the rode. I followed the
> snow bank slowly up the driveway till I found cars parked and could hear
> that a large object, likely a house was nearby.  So far, so good, but it
> wasn't my house I knew because I did not have a car in my driveway and my
> garage was open.  So I made my way back down the driveway following the snow
> bank again to the road. I checked my direction again with the compass and
> again started walking along the road. Still no cars and no sound. But
> finally I came to another cleared space and my spirits rose hoping that this
> time I would be in my own driveway.  You can imagine my delight when I heard
> the echoing sound of my feet in the opened garage entrance. I was home and
> thanks in large part to my Braille compass. I had thought the compass might
> come in handy someday if I got lost, but certainly didn't expect it to
> happen just a day after I received it, and I certainly didn't expect to get
> lost in my own front yard.   
> 
> 
> 
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