When we finally arrived, the sky had been dark for quite a while. The Crane’s mini van that had sped up the mountain past us in our truck, was parked outside a building waiting for us. The Cranes were sitting inside of it trying to keep the frigid air out. We all hopped out of our car as quickly as possible, relieved that it had made it this far, but then soon hopped right back in because we hadn’t realized quite how chilly it would be at this altitude. Of course the reason we were here was to snow ski so we assumed it would be cold, we just momentarily forgot. We made plans with the Cranes by using wild hand gestures through the windows and occasionally opening up the window a sliver to shout a word or two that the other person didn’t understand. Once plans were made and we all got the gist of what we were doing, we opened up the back of our cars to dig through our bags for our coats. When we had those and were all slightly warmer, we walked into the building …show more content…
It was a relief to step inside the warm building. People from all over the world were sitting down at tables eating dinner and chatting. A bar was set up right next to the tables so people sat on the high stools laughing with each other. We were shown to a large table that could seat the twelve of us then we all ordered warm bowls of soup. The waiters and waitresses weren’t trained to do this job, they were just ski instructors that took on an extra job during meal times. We had lovely warm soup and the best chips (or fries to some of you) that I had ever tasted. The chips soon became a favorite and I ordered it with whatever I had every night for the rest of our time there. After we had finished with dinner, we braced ourselves and trotted out to the car to grab our backpacks before running as fast as we could to the backpackers lodge where we were staying. To our disappointment, it wasn’t much warmer in
The traveler is advised not to make this trip with the lack of his inexperience in the Yukon due to the weather, the incoming storm, and its advisories. With the subzero freezing cold temperatures that came with the storm. “Fifty degrees below zero stood for a bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks.”(561)
So Izel turned right. A few minutes we were right above Mauna Kea. all of the sudden a snow storm struck. “Get us out of here,” I yelled.
Tired and wanting to be home, everyone opts not to eat and start trekking down the mountain. We reach the warehouse just after 3:30 and decide to back the truck under the roof to keep our equipment dry. We will be working with our horses for the remainder of the week so there is no need to continually unload and reload.
... I had never even seen most of the food displayed, I eagerly and respectfully tried each dish. After everyone in the room sat down at the massive table, the Rabbi picked up a glass of wine and made a prayer over it. Then, Rabbi Kanelsky passed around pieces of Challah bread to the entire table. This lunch festival was yet another ceremony dedicated to one of the member’s deceased relative. At the conclusion, the Rabbi said another prayer out loud for the deceased and the relative expressed his gratitude to everyone.
He fig-ured that the normal half hour walk home might take as long as two hours in snow this deep. And then there was the wind and the cold to contend with. The wind was blowing across the river and up over the embankment making the snow it carried colder and wetter than the snow blanketing the ground. He would have to use every skill he’d learned, living in these hills, to complete the journey without getting lost, freezing to death, or at the very least ending up with a severe case of frostbite be-fore he made it back to Ruby.
The frigid water was as cold as winter’s air on Christmas morning. We swam against the current for a while, then relaxed on our backs as it carried us down the river. We repeated this for a while waiting for everyone else to finish their lunch. Annabelle and I ran back to the bank, soaking wet after almost everyone had finished. Nate was standing up, and our eyes locked. He knew exactly what I was planning on doing.
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
So we got ready to go outside in the below freezing weather. The snow fell down like sprinkles on the frozen ground. We grabbed our sleds and headed to the small hill behind my house, but when
Three hours had passed, yet the storm had gotten even worse. Baran and I were exhausted, hungry and cold. Though stopping was not an option, for there might have been an avalanche striking us if we did stop. It was a good thing that we microphones or else we wouldn’t have been able to communicate. “Ten more kilometers and we’ll be enjoying our hot coffee with biscuits. Let...
A cool breeze laid on top of the mountain. My family - dressed in spiked shoes, long down coats, and fuzzy earmuffs - stands at the base
Our meal took place at Queen Sheba restaurant in Sacramento. My daughters and I have been going there for about 7 years now. When I first moved to back to California after adopting my daughters I found a group of fellow parents who adopted from Ethiopia and in an effort to help my children hold on to what ever bit of culture they could attended my first meet up which happened to be at the restaurant. The owner, waitstaff, and cooks are all Ethiopian and have watched my children grow up over the last 7 years. While not an elaborate setup, this place offers a bit of home to my children. Through the process
The year was 1992; a cold December arctic wind had brought a chance of snow to the area. It was the weekend and time to relax after a long hard week at work. The weather service had predicted several inches of snow to blanket the region by the next day. Not to worry: it was the weekend and traveling was not a necessity.
We then turned off the driveway, making sure to roll down our windows, so we can breathe the fresh mountain air, at least until the next time we come back, and once again start the bumpy road home.
Squinting my eyes to the over bearing light, I sat up in my bed. I could hear the raspy morning voice of my sister telling me to hurry up. The cold wood floor sent chills all over my body as I started to get dressed and it slowed me down. I wanted to get back into my warm pajamas and crawl into my flannel sheets and sleep the day away but to my dismay I left to gather our stuff. Getting out the deer blind, that was covered in spiders and their webs, put us a little behind schedule. When we finally got over the hill and to the spot we had scouted out the day before, we started to set up. We chose a spot that was like a valley, where four hills surrounded a strip of flat land. The hills made a good barrier from the direct cold wind and we only felt a
The eating area seems to be more than just a place to eat. Rather it seems to focus like a multipurpose room. There were many types of groups. Some seemed to be there with many friends who just wanted to have a place to hang out while others seemed to just be there waiting for their female partners to finish shopping. More will be covered in the scene notes below.