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April 18: Story Challenge in 99-words

Caught in a Fibonacci sequence of never-ending snow, flakes spiral from the sky. The sound of rain earlier in the week promised a break, but soon the water droplets froze. After two days of snow, a blizzard struck. On Saturday, I drove further up the rocky spine of the Keweenaw Peninsula to play board games with my daughter, SIL, and his father at Ghost House Farm.

The snow was nearly white-out conditions. Somewhere, I told myself, the sun is shining.

I had to plow through a snowdrift to park in front of the farm garage. Newly arrived and already stuck. I waded through the snow until I hit the wall. The wall of never-ending snowdrifts that blow across the yard from the direction of Lake Superior and the hopeful frame of a greenhouse. What grows in the snow?

Laughing at my predicament — the wall was impassable and the snowshoe trail to the house too high up for me to clamber — I began to woohoo.

I hollered, “Hellooooooo in the house!” The snow blew my words back at my face.

Inhaling slow and deep, I belted a cattle call that could be heard for miles. “Oooweee!”

Changing reflecting, raising the pitch higher, I used the Indigenous call, “Ooowah!”

Not even the snowbound rooster answered.

I considered crawling up the snow embankment but worried I’d punch through when trying to get to my feet. If no one was answering my calls, I’d be doomed stuck in a snowdrift.

“Aaarooh!” I howled like a wolf and made several “Ar, ar, ar” noises before howling louder.

No goats bleated. No chickens squawked. No one came to the door beyond my reach.

You might wonder why I didn’t call. After all, this is the age of cellular service, even in remote places such as this Great Lakes tundra. Well, in my excitement to go play board games, I left my phone.

I resorted to “Woo-hoo,” which my Granny used to call us into the ranch house for supper. Nothing. Then I played, testing shout, belly-dancing trills, yodels, and the le-le-le-le I learned as an honoring cry from my Anishinaabekwe friends.

No response.

Like a lonely wolf, I felt the need to gather with my group. I returned to assessing the snowbank and kicked a foothold followed by a second higher one. Carefully I climbed the snowbank and felt for the panked snowshoe trail. I didn’t have snowshoes but if I walked slowly and lightly, I could stay above the compressed crust. Within a few minutes, I made it to the point where I had to hop down to the deck.

Inside, the warmth of a woodfire and cooking split pea soup steamed my glasses. The two farm pups greeted me enthusiastically. I’m going to have to teach them to listen for my arrival calls. My daughter hugged me and my SIL raised his eyebrows and said he’d better go snow-blow a path for me. He wasn’t taking the chance his mother-in-law would be snowed in with them.

Peppers and my SIL chopping down the drifted snow.

The kids have been swamped by their plants that were supposed to be in the greenhouse by now. My SIL and his dad have worked all week in snow, on snow, digging out snow, and falling through snow to build out the rest of the greenhouse. They’ve been innovative and captured the challenges in videos. If you follow Ghost House Farm for the stories, they plan to post the latest snow farming adventures.

Every room in the house bursts with potted plants. The snapdragons are two feet tall and budding. The lettuce is perfect for fresh greens and my daughter’s rosemary plants look great. But they will all need to get outside. At least it’s good news for the bees — they will find flowers when the snow ends.

If not, I’m going to take a snow shovel to hunt rocks this summer.

April 18, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about never ending. You can hyphenate never-ending or write an example of a story that never ends. What is endless and why? Go where the prompt leads!

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21 Comments

  1. We used to shout Yoohoo (but not in snow). Amazing how conditions can leave us so vulnerable mere minutes away from safety. I’ve twice gone astray in deserts and it can be scary. Glad you found shelter.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Anne, I have a healthy regard for that yard in winter! I can imagine how disconcerting it must have felt when you went astray in the desert. It was fun to think up different ways to shout to get attention from those inside. Yoohoo is similar to my grandmother’s woohoo.

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  2. Jules says:

    Charli –

    Glad you found your way into the sancuary of love and care!! Reminds me when I attempted (by myself) the Appalachian trail(in NJ or NY) by myself when I was barely in double digits. At one point I thought I’d scream for help, but then I heard voices and remembered I shouldn’t talk to strangers!! Evenutally I followed the correctly marked trail back to the campsite the family was staying at. I had started out perhaps mid-day and made it back by dusk. I don’t know how far I went – but that was the time I climbed up a tall pine to the top to try and get some perspective as to where I was. Scary when all you can see is the tops of trees.

    We only had some frost warnings here (quite a bit south from you but not way south where there’s no snow at all).
    Winter is hanging on everywhere… Be well and I’ll be back later… I’ll be back… I’ll be back… πŸ˜‰

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    • Glad you got back safely, Jules. I read about a woman who left the path for a toilet break and never made it back. She was found dead in her tent only a short distance from this trail. Scary stuff.

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      • Jules says:

        Anne,

        I can’t imagine being lost in a desert. Though I have vacationed in both Arizona and Florida. Not being able to escape the heat or sun…

        When we are young we think we are invicible – It is interesting to have to adjust to an older aged and realize what the body can’t do anymore. And to be cautious more often than not.

        Yes it is scary that people can just disapear… One time when I was working in a sort of industrial park near an older row home type neighorhood, I went for a walk (in an unfamiliar area). I was approached by an older woman – I think she wanted to ‘recruit’ me for her ‘home’… I never went out again for my lunch break! And that was when I was in my 40’s (at least).

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    • Charli Mills says:

      That’s a scary situation for one barely into double-digits, Jules. I hope the experience boosted your confidence in your ability to find yourself when lost, even if all you could see from your treetop perch were more trees. This long winter is free to go! I’m not seeking summer yet, but I would like some sunshine. Ha! I’m happy you will keep endlessly returning! πŸ˜‰

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      • Jules says:

        We had some frost warnings last week… good weather for next – but followed by another cold spell.

        Cheers to returns!!

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  3. In Australia, we shout ‘Cooee’ but I doubt it would have worked any better in the circumstances. πŸ˜‰ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQJ3__1s6n0
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cooee

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  4. suespitulnik says:

    Oh my! I like the four seasons, but 6+ months of winter is a bit much. I’m glad you didn’t get lost in a snowbank. I hope all the plants get to go outside soon.

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  5. denmaniacs4 says:

    I am such a wuss. A scattering of snowflakes and I wilt. And the horror of 2-3 inches of the stuff scares the devil out of me.

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  6. TanGental says:

    Not had snow here for what seems like centuries. Given my voice travels about as far as my wit, I’d still be in that yard…. Hope you all thaw soon.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Ha, ha Geoff! I was thinking how little we get to practice our yells and appreciated the time to catalog all the loud noises I can make. You need to practice, go to a rodeo or encourage/scare someone with le-le-le trills. I’m hoping for a thaw, soon.

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  7. On Monday, we had snow here in East Lansing, Charli. Today, it’s windy and cold again. We’ve all been ravenous, the cats included! I look forward to spring. We got that stump ground out yesterday (in the snow) so I should be able to plant some nice flowering bushes out front… maybe, if spring ever gets here. LOL! ❀

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  8. Liz H says:

    Almost forgot to get this posted. Next episode of the serial, “Disappeared 8”.
    A little bit of silliness, in 99 words, no more, no less!!

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