My trail companion and I set out to walk a wooded path today during a much anticipated storm. Before we made it into the protection of the forest, our faces quickly turned red from the blowing wind and snow. The road was only shared by us and the plow trucks before we reached the sheltered entrance– I think we were both relieved to finally be in the woods. We soon regretted not wearing our snowshoes as it would have made the walking a much easier job, but by then we had committed ourselves to going without them.
We stopped at a section where the trees opened up next to the main highway. Watching the large orange plow trucks go by was a nice contrast to the gray and white environment that was surrounding us. We were not there for too long before we heard a loud noise as a car crashed into the guardrail and flipped onto its side. My trail companion quickly called 911 and we rushed into the woods to get out to the roadside. Thankfully, other vehicles had stopped and informed me that the driver was responsive and doing well. We waited for first responders to arrive on the scene, and after taking a few photographs from the tree line, we left– I am glad that no one was seriously hurt and that we had decided to stay and watch the trucks.