The Further Adventures of John McCloud
by Messiah, Triumph, & Jerry D Young.
All mistakes by Jerry D Young alone.
Rick’s Teddy Bear –
“You about ready, Sam?” John McCloud called up the stairs to his wife.
How we doing on time?”
John glanced at his watch, and then squatted down to pick up their son, Rick, when Rick
eagerly reached his arms up to his father. “We’re on track. So far.”
Samantha came down the stairs,
grinning at John. She was wearing a backpack and carrying a duffle bag. “Record time.”
John smiled back
at his wife. He’d given her a little friendly grief over the time it took them to be ready to hit the road last time
they ran a preparedness drill. The school was closed until after the first of the year, and they’d decided it would
be a good time to run a drill and spend time at their vacation and retreat cabin in the mountains.
Four year old Rick
was reaching out to his mother, so Samantha handed John the duffle bag and took him. They walked out to the Suburban and trailer
parked in the driveway of their small house.
The house was on a narrow lot, with a small front yard made smaller by
the driveway to the converted garage space. The back yard was huge, however. Plenty big enough for a small greenhouse, large
outdoor garden, utility shed, a couple of apple trees and two pecan trees, with room enough for a large doghouse and run for
their three year old Malamute, Sky.
Sky watched the trio approach the modified Suburban, tail wagging. She loved to
travel with the family and didn’t mind the short wait tied off to the trailer hooked to the Suburban.
think Sky is ready to go,” Sam said, putting Rick down beside the dog. Sky nuzzled Rick, and a laughing Rick threw his
arms around the dog.
It took but moments to add the pack and duffle to the other items in the back of the Suburban.
The trailer was kept loaded, sitting beside the house for real emergencies and had only needed to have the fuel cans stored
in the shed added to it before John had hooked up to it.
Sam put Rick in his car seat in the seat behind the driver,
while Samantha got Sky up in the seat on the other side of the Suburban and attached her safety harness to the seat belt.
Samantha then trotted back up to the house to lock it up while John started the SUV.
When Sam was buckled in, John
looked at his watch. “From alert to leaving, twenty-eight minutes. Not bad. Well under the forty-five we allow ourselves
for a full bug-out.”
Sam nodded. “Rick and Sky haven’t slowed us down as much as they might have.”
think it’s that we’re just getting better and have streamlined the process.” John leaned over and Sam turned
her head so they could share a quick kiss. “It’d take most of the rest of the time to don CBR protective gear.”
We should practice that again pretty soon. Get Sky more used to it. She hates being cut off from us when she’s in that
“Good idea. What say a gear up and shelter-in-place scenario?
out. That’ll be a good one. So. We waiting for something?”
“Just this.” John leaned over and
kissed her again. After that he checked the mirrors and saw Sky making her turnaround before she would lie down on the seat
beside Rick. Rick was playing with one of his toys. “They both travel so well,” he said as he pulled out of the
Since there was no real emergency the trip out of the city went smoothly. They’d practiced bugging
out during holiday rush hour traffic a couple of times to get the feel of it. It wouldn’t be the same, but it was the
best they could come up with to test their planning.
“We’re supposed to have pretty bad weather by the
time we get there,” Samantha said, setting aside the National Weather Service radio she’d just checked the weather
report on. She’d put it back on alarm status before putting it down.
“This should be a good test of the
systems,” John said. “I wish we could get some of the others to run drills.”
Samantha put her hand
on John’s shoulder for a moment. They were in a group of like minded people, but they mostly just got together to compare
notes and plan. None of the other twelve people actually ran drills the way they did. John and Sam weren’t even sure
that some of the others actually put up storage supplies or had bug out bags and vehicles. The others talked a good game,
but seemed disinclined to actually do anything.
They had plenty of fuel to get to their property and back, but just
like they would do in a real emergency, they stopped to get fuel when the primary tank of the Suburban was approaching half
empty. The Suburban had dual tanks, both aftermarket extended capacity versions. Since there wasn’t an emergency, acquiring
fuel was no problem.
With the two tanks and the fuel reserve in the cans in the trailer they had a road range of twelve
hundred miles in the diesel powered vehicle. Somewhat less than that with any off road activity. The last ten miles to their
cabin almost qualified. It was just a track in the wilderness.
Despite the three or four inches of snow already on
the ground, and more beginning to come down, they had no trouble reaching the cabin up high in the mountains. Sam put Rick
in a hooded snow suit and boots, added a long scarf and gloves to the ensemble and turned him loose to play in the snow under
Sky’s watchful eye as she and John unloaded the equipment and supplies from the Suburban.
certain which had the most fun, Sky or Rick, when they brought them inside to the roaring fire in the cabin and began to unwrap
Rick. Sky just shook herself and lay down near the fireplace and kept a watchful eye on the proceedings.
their BOB’s had sufficed for the road trip, but a good meal was on the agenda that evening. It would, however, be prepared
using the Long Term Storage food that was at the cabin.
John got out the recipe book and began pulling appropriate
#10 cans out of the LTS food supplies after putting a pot of water in the fireplace to heat up. Sam began to help while Rick,
tired with the play, laid down in front of the fire and promptly fell asleep. Sky curled up near him and did the same.
woke Rick later, when the food was almost ready, and got him ready for dinner, as John put the finishing touches on the meal.
The family spent the evening quietly, until it was time to put a worn out Rick to bed in the smaller of the two bedrooms.
After a very short discussion on what to do the rest of the evening, John and Samantha both got that certain look in their
eyes and quickly headed for their own bedroom.
Rick’s Teddy Bear – Chapter 2
A good six inches
of snow fell during the night, and it was still snowing when John and Sam got up the following morning. John got fires going
in the kitchen woodstove and the heating stove in the living room. The doors were closed on the fireplace after John cleaned
it and set things up for another fire.
They had an LTS food breakfast and then began to gear up for some outdoor adventures
in the snowy weather. They had two tasks in mind for the trek they would be taking. To look for a good Christmas tree for
the cabin, and to practice their outdoor skills.
All three were garbed in warm clothing. John went to the enclosed
shed attached to the side of the cabin and returned with two regular sized pulk sleds and a much smaller version. It didn’t
take long to arrange appropriate supplies on the two large ones, and a few things on the smaller.
Sky stepped into
her harness eagerly and she was soon attached to the small pulk. With Rick balanced comfortably on the goods in John’s
pulk, John and Sam consulted a map, GPS units in hand, and then set out on their journey. Both had trekker poles to help with
pulling the sleds. Like the packs that John and Samantha wore, Sky too wore a version, in addition to pulling the small sled.
first Sky led the way, looking back often to get clues to the direction John wanted her to go, but after a little while she
dropped beside John. Samantha stayed in John’s track for the most part, but broke trail for time to time to give John
a little rest. They’d had a hearty breakfast, but broke early to rest and have a warm drink. Samantha started water
heating on a MSR Firefly stove while John got Rick off the pulk and unhitched and de-packed Sky.
The two played for
just a few minutes, and then Sky came over to lie down near Samantha, waiting on her warm treat as much as Rick was waiting
for his hot chocolate and energy bar. Sky would get warmed up gravy style dog food and a treat. Sky was carrying her consumables
and some foul weather gear in his pack and small pulk sled.
They had a hot meal at noon, and then turned their direction
to go over near the border of their property, the other side of which was a popular ski area. There was a good place to shoot
on their property and that’s where they were headed, but seeing the avalanche warning signs out on the ski trails they
decided to forego the shooting practice. They practiced fairly often at a range near the city, but had wanted to see what
it was like to shoot in these conditions.
“Maybe next time, honey,” Sam told John. “Maybe even later
on, if conditions change.
John nodded. He wasn’t going to risk an avalanche just to practice. Their cabin was
well protected, the way it backed against a solid rock up-thrust ridge. They’d carved a fallout shelter out of the ridge
when they’d built the cabin. If an avalanche came down their way, which wasn’t likely the way John had picked
the location, it would sweep over the ridge and across their roof with little or no problem other than knocking down the chimneys.
And they had replacements, just in case.
So they’d shoot John’s Savage 99A in .308, his Para-Ordinance
P-14, Sam’s beloved Marlin Camp Carbine in .45 ACP, and her Colt 1911 .45 another time. Half way home on their trek
they found the tree they wanted. While Sky and Rick looked on with interest, John and Sally used the pocket chainsaw from
John’s pack to cut down the tree in short order. It was put on Sam’s lightly loaded pulk and they headed back
to the cabin. It had never stopped snowing.
When they got home John put up the tree while Rick and Samantha took a
nap. Afterwards John, Rick, and Sky built a gigantic snowman out front while Samantha fixed dinner. John had started the small
diesel generator so they had electricity, just to test it out, as per their plan.
After dinner they trimmed the tree
with the things they’d brought, and some popcorn strings they made from popcorn popped in the fireplace. Rick was put
to bed and Sam and John fell asleep in each other’s arms under the afghan on the sofa, watching the fire.
they got up the next morning it was more of the same. Another foot or more of snow had fallen. Rick was eager to go on the
‘buzzers’ as he call the two snowmobiles kept in the shed. John and Sam had mentioned exercising the units the
previous day and Rick was all for it. He loved to ride the sleds that were pulled behind the snowmobiles. One had a small
enclosure with windows in which he rode. Sky rode the other, fastened to a safety harness.
While it seemed a wild ride
to Rick, Sam and John kept the speeds down when they were towing passengers. The sleds just moved a bit more than the snowmobiles
themselves. “What say we go down to the lodge at the resort and see what’s going on,” John said. “I
wouldn’t mind a run or two on this new powder.”
“I suppose we could do that. Doesn’t really
fit in with our emergency drill, though.”
John laughed. “I know. But there is only so much we can test.
The rest of it is just staying here until we go back. I like board games… his eyes shined for a moment… and other
games… but we do need to keep up relations with the ski people. They’re our only real neighbors up here.
it just happens that I brought a new ski outfit with me. Just in case,” Sam said with a laugh.
I not surprised? Okay. Let’s get ready.”
They enjoyed their time on the slopes, having turned Rick over
to the Bunny Slope master. Sky didn’t like it much, but she didn’t fight the restraint when she was tethered out
of the way at the small lodge with a large pan of water.
Keeping Sky in mind, they didn’t stay on the slopes
for long, but got in three good runs before they picked up Rick and Sky and headed back to the cabin. They didn’t get
very far. Even over the sound of the engines of the snowmobiles they heard the loud crack that reverberated through the air,
and then the hiss/swish of a large avalanche. They turned back to look toward the ski area and saw the snow boiling in the
“We better go back and help,” John said. Besides the FRS radios they each carried, and the weather
band radio Sam carried, John carried a portable public service band scanner. A few seconds after they had turned around, a
call went out from emergency services about the avalanche. They were requesting anyone with experience to help with recovery
It took only a few minutes to get back to the lodge. Only a few more for John and Samantha to decide for John
and Sky to stay and help in the hunt for buried skiers and for Sam to go back to the cabin and prepare some hot food for the
rescuers and rescued. The lodge only had snack food and beverages. Sam could easily make up several gallons of soup using
the LTS food stocks.
The two switched snowmobiles, Sam taking the one with the protective shield for Rick. She had
to keep the speed down some, but she hurried. Rick loved every moment of it. When they got to the cabin Samantha put Rick
in the living room with plenty of toys to play with and got busy. She started water heating and then quickly sanitized a ten
gallon trash can and lid that were in the shed. She also found a piece of one by four that she also washed and sanities to
use as a stirring paddle.
Using several of the cans of freeze-dried vegetable beef stew, she made up eight gallons
of the hearty meal in the trashcan. She’d wrapped several blankets around the can, securing them with duct tape as the
water heated, to provide insulation.
With the can tied off to the snowmobile sled, she gathered a sleepy Rick and put
him back in the sled. She had to go very slow, much to Rick’s disappointment, but she made it back without spilling
any of the stew. It was well received.
“Honey,” John told her when he was taking a break, “We’re
going to be at this all night. There’s a chance that they’ll bring up something in the choppers, but would you
mind going back and having something ready in the morning if I don’t contact you?”
love you. I need to get back to it. You can’t believe how well Sky is doing. Like she was trained for it.”
a quick kiss Samantha gathered up Rick and headed for the cabin once again. It was late afternoon. The snow had stopped for
a bit and the sun had broken through for a few minutes around noon, but the clouds had closed up and it was snowing again.
planned on running the snowmobiles for just a short while, they hadn’t put much fuel in either one, so it would be nearly
empty when they finished. There’d been no worry about running out, since they carried a two and a half gallon container
on the sled. But it was annoying when Sam heard the engine sputter and try to cut out.
Sam immediately stopped and
turned off the engine before it could suck all the fuel out of the lines. It would take too long to restart if she ran it
completely dry. Saying a mildly bad word, Sam climbed off the machine and took Rick out of the sled.
When she opened
the box on the sled that contained the gasoline can, she also took out her Marlin. They’d put the firearms out of sight
in deference of those at the ski resort. Slinging the compact rifle over her back, Sam took the can of gas out and stepped
toward the snowmobile.
“Mommy! Mommy! Look! A big teddy bear that walks!”
The words didn’t
really register on Sam, but Rick’s insistent pushing and pulling at her snow suit leg did as she was opening the fuel
can. “Honey,” she said, turning to look at her son. What she was going to say to him faded away and she muttered
a soft, but heartfelt “Criminy!”
A small grizzly bear was advancing toward them. “You should be hibernating,”
she said aloud. Suddenly she looked down at Rick. He was staring at the bear. Quickly Sam grabbed him and set him on the other
side of the snowmobile and said, “Stay right there!”
Several options ran through her head in fractions
of a second. The one she wanted to do most was hop on the snowmobile with Rick and get out of there. But the engine had been
trying to die on her and she didn’t have the fuel in it yet. Her other viable option was the Marlin Carbine. She brought
it around from behind her back and aimed at the bear, wishing she had the Savage. Or something more powerful.
had paused and was standing on its hind legs studying them. When it saw the stick come up and point at it, the bear dropped
to all fours and charged. A human with a stick like that had made a loud noise and something had gone wrong with its right
forepaw in the early fall. The forepaw had hurt ever since. Enough so the bear had not been able to get around well and get
enough to eat before the time to go into hibernation.
He had finally gone to the den he’d used the year before
and curled up to sleep. But the pain from the paw had kept him from falling into that deep sleep he needed. He’d crawled
out into the snow and been wandering, waiting to find something on which he could take out his rage from the pain. The fact
that it was one like that had hurt him was good. Even though the paw hurt, he was getting up speed.
of the move caught Samantha off guard. It was a long second before she reacted and started firing. The first of the .45 hollow
points grazed the bear’s shoulder. That brought the bear to a slow stop. It reared again and roared.
three more rounds from the carbine. She thought she was hitting the bear, but it roared again and then dropped back down and
resumed its charge. All Sam knew to do was to keep firing. She didn’t know if the .45 would penetrate the skull, but
she was aiming, best as she could, at the forehead of the bear.
Time seemed to slow down for her as she fired each
shot. She was sure she hit the bear again, for it staggered, but kept coming. She lost track of the number of shots she’d
The bear felt the bullets tear into its chest, but the rounds had not hit anything vital. More stings came.
Then a hard blow to the skull. Hard enough to make him stumble. Then a terrible blow. One to his right eye, through it and
through the thinner bone behind. He was dying. But one more roaring cry.
Samantha saw the bear falter and start to
go down. The bear’s mouth opened in an agonizing roar. She let go another round and the bear plowed into the snow covered
ground a dozen yards in front of her. When the rifle clicked empty Sam hastily changed magazines and brought the rifle back
“Mommy?” a very subdued Rick asked. Sam continued to watch the bear for a moment, and then slowly approached
it, carbine at the ready. Several of the .45 ACP rounds had hit it in the face. The head was a mess. But it was dead. Sam
looked around, and then ran back to Rick to pick him up and whirl him in the air. “It’s okay, baby. The big bad
bear is dead.” It had taken fifteen rounds to do it, but do it, she had.
That was about the time she saw the
fuel can. Up-ended where she’d dropped it in her haste. “Dog-gone it!” She set Rick down and righted the
fuel can. She sighed in relief. The can held perhaps a pint. Enough to get them back to cabin. There was plenty of gas there.
that it had happened, but exhilarated by her abilities that had just been proven, Sam didn’t want to leave the bear
for predators, but she knew she couldn’t butcher the animal by herself, but she was determined to save at least part
Rich sat on top of the cooling carcass as Sam, using her Cold Steel ODA knife, and the Cold Steel rifleman’s
tomahawk, skinned out and cut loose both rear hindquarters of the bear. She had two large pieces of bearskin and two rather
ragged looking bear shanks. She definitely was not a butcher, but she’d got the job done, without getting an undue amount
of blood on her.
Sam hung the pieces of skin and the two pieces of meat up in the shed when they got back to the cabin.
It was more than cold enough to keep them. She was glad to get in the shower herself after giving Rick his bath. They had
a simple meal, sitting cozily in front of the fire that evening. “Whew!” she said. “What a day,” to
herself, for she thought Rick was asleep. But he surprised her.
“Yes, Mommy,” Rick said in his best grown
up, but sleepy, voice. “You don’t see a big teddy bear like that every day.” Rick had used one of his father’s
A surprised Sam had to laugh and gather her baby up to her. “You’re certainly right
there, my little man.” She put him to bed and got a few things ready for the next morning.
Sam was up early the
next morning. She had everything ready to go before she got Rick up. He was still half asleep when she put him in the sled.
She added the big blanket wrapped plastic dishpan that contained the scrambled eggs with bacon she’d prepared from their
LTS supplies. There was another container of biscuits, also insulated. She headed out, anxious to get there and see how things
were going, but a little eager to tell John what had happened.
John certainly believed her. He wouldn’t quit
asking if she was okay. Some of the others, Sam was sure, thought she was making it up. But they all appreciated the hot food.
They had hot coffee, tea, and cocoa available all night, but they were hungry.
Sky lay near the three as John and Sam
talked. Rick tried to get Sky to play, but she was just too tired. She’d worked all night alongside John. The rescues
had gone well. They dug out many in time. But not all. John was a bit subdued, even with Sam’s exciting news.
would be people up to do some clean up and repair and they asked John if he would help. They offered to pay a little, and
pay Sam for fixing food for them for the two days it would take to finish. Both agreed.
On the way back to the cabin,
Sam showed John the carcass. Wolves, coyotes, or wild dogs had been fighting over it. She could see the damage to the carcass
and the signs in the snow. None of the animals were visible, other than some signs of movement in the trees nearby.
went to bed as soon as they got to the cabin and Sam and Rick spent late morning and early afternoon working and playing in
and around the cabin. The snow had slacked for much of the day, but it started up again in earnest about the time John got
up. Sam had a meal waiting for him.
“Honey,” she said as he began to eat. “I want to talk to you
“Sure, babe. What is it?”
“I’ve been thinking about the gasoline
that spilled. It was late in the day. If there had not been that little bit left Rick and I would have been stranded all night.”
want to carry a second can of fuel? That’s not a problem. We’ll make space.”
Or… Well maybe that is a good idea. But what I was thinking is that we should include some of the wilderness skills
in our drills. Mostly what we’ve done relates to bugging in or bugging out to the cabin here, or the other places where
we’d be welcome. I think Rick and I should learn how to survive in the wilderness, starting with shelter in conditions
such as these.”
“Oh. Okay. You’re right, of course. It’s just that someone that is prepared
would very seldom have to do so… But there are those times…”
“Exactly,” Sam replied.
“It could have been last night for Rick and me.”
“Well, there’s the two days before Christmas,
after we do the work at the ski place. We could spend a night in a shelter out in the woods.”
“I want to.
Something like what would have happened yesterday if I had not had enough gasoline to get here.”
We’ll plan on it.”
Rick’s Teddy Bear – Chapter 3
Things went well the following
two days and the ski area was more or less back to normal, with much more stringent rules about when and where people could
ski and when and where they couldn’t. Despite that activity, Sam had time to read up on snow country wilderness survival.
can’t believe they got so upset over the bear,” Samantha said as she checked the contents her Kifaru Navigator
back pack and accessory pockets.
“I know, Honey,” John said, trying to sooth Samantha’s feeling.
was just trying to make a good filling meal. I thought fresh meat would be good with the LTS soup vegetables.”
every single one of them liked it until you mentioned it was bear meat. And then only a couple of the old timers would eat
any more. More for us…”
“If I’d known they would get so upset I would have kept it and jerked
it when we got home. Now we’ve only the one to do. That would have been a lot of good jerky.”
soup is good,” John said, treading lightly.
“I would like to have seen what one of them would have done
in the same situation. If I could have made it away from it with Rick I would have. It was self defense. Some of them acted
like I murdered the bear.” Sam was near tears.
John stopped her work on her packs and took her into his arms.
“I know. I know. You just can’t let them get to you. There are some people that are just like that. No perception
of reality at all. Life is a Disney movie for them where all the animals sing and dance and never hurt anyone or anything.
They just don’t have a clue.”
Sam wiped away the tears and leaned back against John’s encircling
arms. “I know I shouldn’t get upset, but they made me mad. And hurt my feelings a little bit.”
know. Are you going to be okay? I don’t want you out in the weather if you’re this upset and crying. It’s
not just snowing now, the temperature is dropping. Plus, I wish you’d let me do this with you.”
John. You agreed. It’s going to be like it was when the bear attacked, only without the snowmobile. We’ll just
have our packs and what’s in nature. And I did say you could go with us and give us some pointers.”
and my big mouth,” John muttered. Samantha smiled.
Rick ran up, carrying his small backpack. “Is it right,
Daddy?” He held the pack out to John. The Kifaru E&E pack was just a bit large for Rick, but he would grow into
it. The pack was lightly loaded, to suit Rick’s tiny carrying capacity, but he wanted something like John and Sam carried
and they’d indulged him after their first camping trip after he was old enough to verbalize his wants.
down on the sofa and went over the contents of the pack with Rick while Sam finished checking hers.
do you have around your neck?”
“That’s my safety whistle. If I get lost outside I blow it three times
and count to as many as I can and blow it three more times until someone comes to help.”
“Very good. You
have your emergency blanket. What’s it for?”
“To keep the rain and snow off and keep me warm.”
side is the inside, toward you?”
“Oh. The shiny side, Daddy. The other side goes out.”
“A bottle of water.”
“That’s to drink or mix with the powder so you or
mommy can make me a hot drink.”
“Yep. Right again.”
“And these?” John asked, holding
up a heavy duty zip-lock bag of beverage mixes.
“Those mix with the water. I like the hot chocolate the best.”
“My own personal cup so we don’t do germs.”
“Speaking of germs, what’s
“That’s P…p…pur…Pure El.”
“Purell. That’s right.”
John could continue Rick was saying. “To clean my hands better after I wash them or if I get them dirty and there’s
no water to wash with.”
“Good enough,” John said.
“And these?” John held up a
package of Mainstay lifeboat rations.
“’mergency food in case we don’t have real food.”
“That’s gorp. That sounds funny.” Rick laughed, but got a
serious look back on his face as he continued. “Quick energy food, in case I have to work really hard really fast.”
right. And this one?” John lifted the next zip-lock of individually wrapped hard candy.”
treats for when I’m tired and need something to cheer me up.” He reached into the pack and took out the last item.
“And Bubba.” He hugged the small teddy bear in a zip-lock bag to his chest for a moment and then put it back in
“Very good, son. I think you have everything you need for your emergency kit.”
do I get a knife and fire like you and mommy?” Rick helped John repack the items into the pack.
down and took Rick’s little shoulders in her hands. “Remember what we said. When you’re old enough and your
daddy and I think you are responsible enough to have a knife and be safe. The same thing with fire. We want you to practice
a lot more with us before we give you either one by yourself. Okay.”
“Okay, Mommy. I was just checking
if it was yet.”
“You ready for this adventure?” John asked Rick, as John stood up and helped Samantha
put on her pack.
“Yes, Daddy. Mommy said it would be good ‘sperience for me. And I get to help do stuff.
Not just play.”
“That’s right. Now let’s go outside and let Daddy put Sky’s pack on her
for our trip.”
It took only a minute or so to buckle the small panniers onto Sky. She was used to carrying at
least part of her own food when they camped out. John fastened the snowshoe bindings on Sam and Rick when they stepped into
“You sure you can make it, sport?” John asked Rick as he handed the lead of the rope fastened to
Rick’s pack harness to Sam.
“Just stay in my tracks, Rick,” Samantha said, shushing John.
Samantha and Rick headed for the trees a dozen yards away, John put on his own snowshoes and followed after them in the gentle,
but heavy snowfall. He stayed in the path that Sam and Rich were making. Sam went slowly, allowing Rick to set the pace. She
checked on him visibly often. He was trudging along with dogged determination. Sky was pacing them, off to Rick’s side.
couldn’t express the pride he felt in Rick when they reached the edge of the thick woods. He let the two look for a
suitable tree under which they would make their nest for the night. Samantha finally decided on one and turned to look at
“Good choice,” John said. “Plenty of snow built up around it, and it looks like there’s
plenty of space beneath it.”
The snow had drifted heavily against the base of the large evergreen tree, creating
an open space with little snow directly under the limbs of the tree. Taking off her pack, Samantha set it down and motioned
Rick to come closer. She helped him off with his pack and set it beside hers, and then did the same for Sky. She removed her
snowshoes and did the same for Rick, placing the snow shoes by the packs.
“You two stay here and guard the packs
while Mommy gets under the tree and cuts some of the limbs.”
“Can I help, Mommy?”
right now sweetie. In a few minutes.”
Rick had edged over to where he could see his mother a bit better as she
used the pocket chainsaw to cut away several of the lower limbs of the tree, leaving higher ones still loaded with snow as
a partial roof for the shelter.
Sam set the cutoff limbs on one side of the trunk of the tree and came back out from
under the tree on the side she had gone in on, the side with the least snow. As Rick watched curiously, Sam removed an eight
by ten foot tarp from her pack and went to the tree again. The tarp was fastened to the tree trunk just below the lowest limbs
that were left with some 550 cord, spread, and the outer edges fastened to limbs.
Rick joyfully helped Sam throw up
snow against the branches that were over the poncho. Sam used the Cold Steel Special Forces shovel attached to the outside
of the pack. Rick just used his arms to throw the snow. He didn’t add much to the effort, but he was participating and
Sam then used the shovel to move all the snow on the ground around the tub like floor of the enclosed space
to where the doorway would be. She carefully laid the branches she had cut over the simple trench through the snow that had
been created by her movement in and out from around the tree. The driest ones she left where they were.
threw snow, this time against the tree and over the branches, making a tunnel entrance to the shelter. They moved their packs
into the shelter. Sam took out a GI poncho and spread it out as a ground cloth. Then she turned to Rick. Sky was in the shelter
with them, looking on curiously.
“Okay, Rick. And you too, Sky. I want you to stay here for a few minutes while
Mommy goes and gathers firewood. Can you do that?”
Rick looked a bit uncertain and Sam took out a pair of Motorola
FRS radios from the pack. “I’m going to give you one of these. You can reach me if you get scared and I’ll
come back. But I need a little time. Okay?”
Rick nodded reluctantly. With a hand motion and a firm “Stay,”
to Sky, Sam left the shelter, the pocket chainsaw and tomahawk in hand.
She’d already spotted a deadfall and
was almost back to the shelter when Rick’s voice came over the radio. “Mommy?”
be right there, sweetie.” And she was, within moments. Rick was smiling. “I watched Sky. She did real good. She
wasn’t afraid or nothing.”
“Or anything,” Sam corrected.
“Now I need to do that again. You be a big boy for me again?”
Rick nodded, putting
his arm around Sky protectively.
Two more trips, neither with a radio call, but Sam saw that Rick was getting restless.
“Can you help me this time, Rick?”
Rick eagerly nodded and scrambled out of the shelter behind his mother.
Her previous trips had made a reasonable path. Rick was able to trudge down it behind Sam, without his snowshoes, Sky bouncing
along beside him. Sam gave Rick a couple of small branches after she cut them, and then did another armload for herself.
can carry more, Mommy,” Rick said.
“Next trip, we’ll see.” That was good enough for Rick, for
when his parents said we’ll see or maybe, they really meant it. And indeed, Rick carried three branches back the next
two trips. Sam could tell that Rick was getting tired trudging through the snow so she stopped for a few minutes, set up the
MSR Firefly stove from her pack and heated water for hot chocolate for both of them as they sat in the shelter.
was beginning to get dark as Sam made a last few trips for more wood while Rick waited patiently. John had been waiting patiently
all afternoon. Samantha had been taking the steps he would have done himself. “You did good, my wife,” he told
her, stepping up and giving her a kiss on the lips.
“I’ll keep the radio on. You call me if things get
out of hand,” he said, finally releasing her. The snow had just about filled their track from the cabin to the tree.
It had also blended in the snow movements Sam had done around the tree. Only the track to the dead fall was open.
reluctance he felt showing in his posture, John started back toward the cabin on his snowshoes. Sam deposited the last load
of wood in the shelter and then retrieved the snowshoes, putting them at the entrance of the tunnel entrance.
her Marlin carbine in a safe position and then took out a UCO candle lantern and lit it, hanging it from an exposed limb.
“Mommy, I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay, Sweetie. Just hold it for a bit longer and Mommy will
get the bathroom ready, after she gets a fire going. Here. You help me with the fire.”
Carefully Rick took the
light tinder and placed it on the bed of broken sticks Sam had arranged well clear of the poncho floor liner. Sam handed Rick
the larger pieces of tender and he stacked them carefully. Samantha helped Rick to hold the match and striker to light the
match. Rick quickly and carefully put the match to the tinder. He had been brought up to respect fire. Sam added the butt
ends of two of the branches she brought to the fire and turned to her pack.
Removing a medium sized container with
a snap lid, she took a roll of plastic bags from it. Opening and placing one bag in the container she helped Rick use the
facilities and then did so herself, on the other side of the tree. She sent Sky out to do her business. The malamute was back
in just a couple of minutes.
Ablutions taken care of, she proceeded to make a good hot supper from the supplies in
her pack, with the stove again just past the edge of the poncho floor of the shelter. After they finished their dinner, Sam
cleaned up and reached into her pack again.
“You getting tired, Baby?”
Rick nodded and then yawned.
Sam shook out another poncho, this one with a quilted liner in it and arranged it along one side of the shelter. Rick saw
what she was doing and dug out his space blanket.
Sam built up the fire just a bit and then helped Rick out of his
outer layers of clothes, leaving him in long underwear. He quickly wrapped the space blanket around him and huddled under
one edge of the poncho sleeping bag. He watched as his mother did the same thing. She slid under the upper half of the poncho
sleeping bag and then maneuvered Rick to the outer edge.
Sam didn’t want him in a position where he might not
get enough air. She’d keep them both covered, and if she didn’t he would wake her if he got cold. In that position
she was still able to reach one arm out and add branches to the fire and put out the candle lantern.
cold, but now I’m warm again,” Rick said, rather sleepily.
“Me too, Sweetie. Now try to go to sleep.
That’s what I’m going to do.” Sam figured to watch the fire and feed it a few more times before she tried
to sleep, but the physical activity of the day had drained her more than she thought. She fell asleep after the next feeding
of the fire. She would wake occasionally and adjust the fire, just keeping a low flame going.
She had to smile when
she noticed that Sky had curled up against Rick’s form through the poncho cover. Sam saw Sky come alert once, but after
a minute or so Sky settled back down, curled up into her ball, and went back to sleep.
As morning neared Sam began
to build up the fire slightly. She’d brought their outer clothes into the poncho sleeping bag to use as pillows and
brought them deep into the bag with them to warm them when she was ready to get up. In the heat reflecting from the snow Sam
quickly went to the bathroom and then got dressed. Rick was still sleeping soundly.
She had hot chocolate ready for
them when Rick finally woke up, needing to go to the bathroom. She helped him again, and then let him huddle up in the poncho
and space blanket while she fixed them a quick freeze-dried scrambled egg and bacon breakfast. When they were done Sam got
Rick dressed and they crawled out of the shelter, having to move an appreciable amount of snow from the entrance. It must
have snowed all night, Sam decided. The openings among the tree branches above them had allowed plenty of oxygen in, while
blocking the wind during the night.
They had barely stood up when John appeared out of the swirling snow that was still
“We did it!” Sam cried, leaping toward John to give him a big hug and kiss. “Nary a
problem,” she added a moment later, turning toward Rick. She knelt down and gave him a warm hug. “And Rick was
a super big boy all through it. He was a big help.”
“I knew you would, you know,” John said, enjoying
his wife’s and son’s obvious joy. “But let’s get packed back up and go to the cabin. We had a visitor
Samantha’s eyes sudden got wide and round. “Oh, my Lord! Last night was Christmas Eve!
I totally lost tract over the last few days. And you had to do…” Her words faded and she looked over at Rick,
who was playing with a frisky Sky.
“Come on, Baby,” Sam called to Rick. “Let’s pack up our
things. There’s a surprise in the cabin for you.”
“I like surprises.”
do,” John said, taking them both into a big hug before he let them go back into the shelter.
Jerry D Young