The time we got away from snow at he very last minute

I often go to the mountain, and just like the sea, it reminds you to be very humble when it comes to deal with nature and activate your wits very quickly when it comes to saving the day.

Like that time we went to bed after a beautiful shiny day and woke up to see our car had vanished under a full meter of snow, the shed were the shovel was supposed to be 100 meters away, the door of the house being frozen and having

The wave of anxiety swallowed us before we even took our tea, that we were not going to take anyway because the water pipes have frozen outside the house.

The key to dealing with the situation was self-control, composure and taking a look around our immediate environment. We could have waited for the snow to melt but we had a sick baby who needed medicine to soothe her teething ache and fever, and it was the same morning we were supposed the drive to the supermarket and buy groceries. The cupboards were empty.

We took a deep deep deep deep breath and geared ourselves up, tucked the screaming baby in her bed, with a warm cover and fetched matches to unfreeze the door lock.

We worked our way through the snow with brooms in the direction of the shed and managed to open it and fetch the shovels. In the meantime, the technical direction of our district managed to send agile snow plows to clear the roads only to stop in front of our car and leave a 3 meters high of snow bank front of it.

We spend the next two hours shoveling like our lives depended on it, hearing our baby scream her fead and anger  and pain at the universe while being unable to help.

When finally reached the car, one again we found the lock frozen and we had no match with us. We rattled our brain again and remembered my husband had left a lighter in his coat pocket before stopping cigarettes. It had very few gas inside maybe only enough for one or two attempts. baby girl had stopped yelling in her bed but she kept on calling mamma.

I was torn between tending to my baby’s needs and helping my husband. Hopefully he’s been able to ignate fire right away and open the door and literally throw the suitcase in the back seat, than shovel the snow bank away from the car. I rushed ti get our baby and her favorite cover and plushy and jumped in the car just before snow started to fall again. Only to realize that one of the wipers had frozen and broke from his axis.

Once again, my husband and I looked at each other and started searching our pockets, I did spelunking in my hand bag and found duct tape. I took upon myself to leave the car and fix the wiper while my husband was trying to start the engine, knowing the gas tank was almost empty. Baby girl must have felt the tension because she suddenly became very quiet.

It took three attempts to actually start the car and some more pushing to get it rolling down the alley. That day, I was thankful we had taken the precaution of mounting snow tires because otherwise we would have been stuck for a long time.

We manage to drive very slowly down to the valley, find an open supermarket, buy a new wiper, buy medicine for our daughter and drive back to the city where we lived. Later the radio news reported that people who left just minutes after us got stuck  on the roads and had spent multiple days and nights in their car. Because of the complicated geography (mountain + steep narrow roads + trees) , rescue teams had no way to join them, even less send them water or food.

No one died but I do not want to imagine what would have happened if we had not been able to escape at the very last minute.

This post is an answer to the Daily Post’s prompt Saved by the bell.

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