In the middle of the vast woods at Connecticut Hill, New York’s largest wildlife management area, a horrible squawking-beeping made me jump. My cell phone, usually useless there, was suddenly lit up and alive.
“Emergency Alert. Snow Squall Warning until 10:45 AM EST. Sudden Whiteouts. Icy Roads. Slow Down!” I read aloud from the screen where a yellow triangle with an exclamation point was prominently displayed. I looked up at my hiking buddy.
“Let’s turn around,” she said, and we turned and bolted back out the way we’d come. Even my frail arthritic dog hightailed it over the icy trails with urgency as, very quickly, the snow started falling. In our haste to be out of there, I didn’t stop to photograph the heavy sky, the barely visible trail, the snowflakes coming down, first as minute dust-like particles and then growing bigger and faster. And more dense. Later, safely at home, in Photoshop I pasted together images of tumbling rocks and foamy residue from a sandy beach to remember the adventure.
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Your experiences are so brave, and love the way you express them
Hey! I was just thinking of you, Gail. What a neat surprise to find you here in my online home. Thanks for calling my experiences brave. Because I, myself, am not so brave these days. I turn and run at almost anything that befalls me. But afterwards, when I’m safe at home and sitting at the computer with a big mug of tea, I get to go over all that happened and all my reations – and feel pretty good about how things ended up. Cheers for visiting here!