It’s a sunny day. The snow is deep. And it’s cold. Any sensible person would be inside drinking COFFEE. But no. Dad and I are after insulators again. Amazing. In February yet. One would think we would have learned from last time. But no. Here we are again. Dad figured it would be a great time to get into this one section of the CPR. Walking along the tracks it would be a 5 mile hike. But now it is just a short distance across this lake. Didn’t look too short. The snow was deep. So we used snowshoes. I did like snowshoeing but not at this temp.
We strap on the snowshoes. Dad starts off. He doesn’t really move. Odd. Now he starts leaning forward. Waving his arms. He did that a lot. Especially when he was falling. But why would he be falling? He yelled, you’re standing on my snowshoe! Oh, so I was. I lifted my foot. Figured that is what he wanted me to do. Wasn’t really a good idea. He kept going forward. Faster now. Floomph. Face first in the snow. He was still waving his arms. Or at least trying to, looked more like he was trying to swim in that deep snow. Amazing.
He finally managed to clear the snow from around his face and said to help him get up. Dad was a bit bigger than me. So lifting him up was out of the question. I decided to roll him over. Figured it would be easier to pull him over. So I grabbed his arm and pulled. He yelled. But it worked. The snow was about 3 feet deep here so getting him standing again was no easy matter. Had to take his snowshoes off. Dad got up by leaning on the snowshoes and me pulling on one arm. Then he went down again. Still standing though. Okay. The snow was deeper than 3 feet. Had to dig him out. Again. Reminded me of the last trip.
Only this time I had brought a shovel. Which worked better for digging dad out of the snow. Good thing we were close to the car still since that is where the shovel was. Dad said to be careful, which was kind of odd. The shovel did slip at one point and I got dad right in the stomach. He groaned amazingly loud. Hold your arms over your head so I don’t hit them, I said. Dad agreed that would be a good idea. But as I threw the shovel full of snow off to the side the shovel clipped dad’s elbow, he yelled and the whole shovel full of snow went on his head.
He yelled again because some of that cold snow went down his back. Bonehead! Finally he was out and strapped his snowshoes back on while I put the shovel back. Amazing that he still wanted to try this. Good thing I was here, I said. True, said dad, I might not have fallen in the snow. Not sure what he meant by that. Off we went across the lake. It is sunny. But cold. Very cold.
To be continued.
Steve and Muffin.
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