We had a great time playing "would you rather" and talking about random subjects until we finally fell asleep. At two thirty, everyone woke up. Something was wrong, we all knew it. All four of us began to inspect the snow cave. One side of the cave was bulging in. The cave was getting smaller. I jumped up and moved our packs away from the door (AKA hole we crawled in and out of). We were snowed in, and the weight of the snow was effecting our cave. It was then we decided to dig our way out and "sleep" in the car. The thought of the cave collapsing on top of us made us all uncomfortable. We didn't really sleep in the 17 degree temperature in the car.
Morning came a few hours later. We attempted to get off the snow covered mountain to no avail. We were stuck, only twenty feet from where we had parked at the top of the mountain. We ended up having three burly (and I mean burly) snowmobilers help us get our vehicle out of the snow. Our second attempt we made it a little further, about half a mile, before getting stuck again.
Luckily angels were sent our way; a man with a big truck and the three burly snowmobilers were there to help us get out of our situation. We finally made it home at about three in the afternoon with frozen toes, soggy clothes, and a grateful yet exhausted spirit. Would I do it again? No. Do I regret doing it? No. I built and slept in a snow cave. Once in my life is good enough for me! I hope you all had a marvelous weekend!
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