Dig Out

“Finally, some blue sky”, he thought. It seemed like it had been weeks since he had seen the sun. So much snow had fallen, and now with the clear weather, it was his chance to dig out and make it home. When he first arrived on the mountain, he knew there was going to be some snow, but he was not expecting feet of snow. His truck lied there buried and all he had to dig out with was a small shovel that he carried on his backpack. None-the-less, it was all he had. He started to dig. A little bit at a time, and in a slow rhythm to avoid getting too tired, too fast.

As he was digging, his mind would occasionally wander to the

thought of his family and friends. They probably had no idea where he was. “They probably don’t care,” he thought. Leaving the way he did, did not exactly leave them caring for him one way or the other.

“If I get out of here,” he said to himself, “I’m going to have to make things right.” After about an hour of digging, he found himself exhausted and in need of some rest. He stopped and sat down next to his truck. He started to inspect the work he had accomplished. He figured at his current rate of speed, he would be dead before the truck was free. If not dead, at least it would be summer. (Your turn... Finish the story.)