Snow how we cope
When I was an Assistant Professor for Naval Science (Navy ROTC Unit) at Iowa State University), we were in the office one sunny May morning, when it clouded over and began to snow - hard. By early afternoon, a neighbor Lieutenant (whose wife had the car) and I decided we’d better go home.
By that time, the streets had snowed over, and we were going very slowly on the main road toward home. We were doing OK, until we were nearly by a small food mart. Rather than try to park and drive in, two cars in front of us just stopped, and the drivers got out and walked into the store.
When they got back in, they couldn’t get going again. We were about two to two and a half miles from home, so we decided to walk and started walking diagonally across a field that was also bordered by the street we lived on. However, the snow kept getting deeper and our legs were getting very tired. Fortunately, two men on snowmobiles were coming toward us, and they picked us up and took us home. They said they had gone out to find and rescue people like us. I don’t know if we would have made it home without our “rescuers” but I have never since just started walking in snow extending up to my knees. That was the worst blizzard I have ever been in, even though I grew up near Buffalo, New York.
So many ships . . . and so little time . . .