“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost...” In this instance I was indeed very lost, mentally, spiritually, and of course physically. However, we will have to get back to that in a little while. The intoxicating rush of the machine roared beneath me. The snow blew past with such ferocity that it seemed to feel like little bees quickly stinging on the skin. My gloves seemed to freeze to the machines handlebars, in fact they did. I lost most of my ability to see because the snow was caked onto my helmet’s visor. Due to lack of of visibility I decided to remove the snow. CRASH! The snow collapsed under me, rolling the machine with
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With all my might, I start to heave the machine faster than I had the rest of the time. As my luck would have it, the headlights were actually my friend's dad’s truck, I went with my friend’s family. He had come looking for me, surprisingly. I wave him down and he drives over, rolls down his window and said “What happened? Are you ok?”
I reply, barely audibly, “I’m fine… I can’t breathe, I can barely walk and my blood is frozen to my face. But I’m fine” “Hop in. We’ll get the machine later.”
We went to the cabin, where a haimish environment greeted us. I look at the clock on the wall, 11:24 P.M.
“Was I really out that long? I knew it was a while but really?” “Why do you think I came searching?” he asked in reply. “I was concerned about you.”
Alaska is a dangerous place. You can be just fine one minute and the next you’re beaten up and lost. “...From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king” Through it all I had; 15 bruised ribs, a cracked skull,a grade 2 concussion, frostbite in quite a few areas, blisters, cracked lips, and was borderline
With all my might, I start to heave the machine faster than I had the rest of the time. As my luck would have it, the headlights were actually my friend's dad’s truck, I went with my friend’s family. He had come looking for me, surprisingly. I wave him down and he drives over, rolls down his window and said “What happened? Are you ok?”
I reply, barely audibly, “I’m fine… I can’t breathe, I can barely walk and my blood is frozen to my face. But I’m fine” “Hop in. We’ll get the machine later.”
We went to the cabin, where a haimish environment greeted us. I look at the clock on the wall, 11:24 P.M.
“Was I really out that long? I knew it was a while but really?” “Why do you think I came searching?” he asked in reply. “I was concerned about you.”
Alaska is a dangerous place. You can be just fine one minute and the next you’re beaten up and lost. “...From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king” Through it all I had; 15 bruised ribs, a cracked skull,a grade 2 concussion, frostbite in quite a few areas, blisters, cracked lips, and was borderline