A Story About Being Different

Once upon a time, my family and I went on a trip to our family cabin in the mountains near Jackman. It was New Years eve and there was a blizzard raging but still we insisted on reaching the cabin that night. By the time we even got close, it was already well into the night. The only way to reach our Cabin in the winter was to use our snowmobiles. Once we reached the point where our vehicles could no longer keep going, we pulled the snowmobiles off of the trailers and got them running and loaded our belongings onto sleds that we were dragging behind. After all the sleds were running and our things strapped down, we headed off down the trail to our cabin. From where we were it was about a six mile drive. My sisters were not thrilled to be doing this, but I was so excited, this was my kind of thing. We were already well into the mountains, away from the roads. The only thing we could hear was the wind whistling through the trees and around the mountains as well as our own breathing. The only thing that we could see was the faint reflecting moon light off the snow. It looked and sounded like we were in the middle of nowhere, and really we were! The snowmobile that I was on was also being ridden by my two sisters, Karissa and Kaylee. The other snowmobile has my dad and my aunt on it. They had left a little while before us and were most likely already in the cabin.

So my sisters and I start off and about 2 miles down the trail, our machine breaks down. Everyone starts panicking as we still have four miles to go and we are stuck in the middle of a raging blizzard in sub-zero temperatures. With no cell service, our only options were to either trek through the snow that was as high as our waists, or try to fix the sled. Neither of my sisters had any clue of what to do.

This is the situation where I felt different in an important way. I knew that I could fix the snowmobile. Or at least rig it up to limp it to camp. Luckily I always keep tools in a little pouch just in case something like this were to happen. After tinkering with the sled for about twenty minutes, I was able to get it to fire up and off we were again. The rest of the way to camp I felt different and very important for studying how engines work for so long. I was able to keep my sisters and myself out of a potentially dangerous situation.

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“Snow” by Marc Davison is licensed under