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9 Ice Cave We planned on getting an early start to Sienna, but it had rained all night and was still raining when we awoke. Crashing thunder passed directly over us. Lightning lit up the tent. Being an optimist, I thought maybe it would blow over. That thought had barely formed when ice crystals began bouncing off the fly. It seemed like we were having a lot of unseasonably cold weather. I hoped the daffodils and tulips we had seen poking their heads up in a few places had remembered their earmuffs. The ice crystals turned to hail, then back to rain. I looked at my thermometer: one degree Celsius. Where was that twenty degree weather? We only left the tent when it was absolutely necessary. I put up some art, torn from a tourist brochure to brighten the gray walls of our cave. The next day loggers arrived. I heard them swearing as ice particles began flailing them. They hopped in their vehicles and after waiting a few minutes, wisely took the day off. Between spells of inclement weather I filtered water from the small stream. Not having enough pasta to fill the gaping hole in our stomachs Sharon made thin pancakes--minus the milk and eggs--with our remaining flour. She found some chocolate, stashed away at the bottom of her handlebar bag, into the second batch. Superb! |
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