“I have a surprise for you!” Jack yelled as he pushed open the door to his modest, one-bedroom apartment that he shared with his wife, Taylor. They were both still young, so they could not afford a huge extravagant house in the country, but they were happy to live in the hustle and bustle of the loud New York.
“What is it?” responded Taylor, peeking around the corner from the kitchen. She was trying to stifle her amusement at Jack’s excitement.
“In honor of our one year anniversary, we are going camping!”
“Camping? Where? We live in the middle of the city!”
“We are going to drive to the Appalachian Mountains, about forty-five minutes from here! It will take about 4 days: two days up, two days down.” Jack seemed so excited, Taylor could not possibly say no. She had always loved adventure, so she thought she would give hiking a try.
A couple weeks later, Taylor was frantically running around the apartment making sure they had everything they needed. Jack was standing at the door, laughing. Finally they were going to leave for the trip they had been eagerly anticipating. Once they reached the mountains, they parked their car and bundled up to prepare for the cold, winter weather they were in. They had read magazines, articles, and blogs about what to do and what not to do while going hiking for a few days. They believed that they were experts. But no column of National Geographic could have prepared them for this.
Jack and Taylor made their way deeper and deeper into the ridges of the Appalachian Mountains. Night came, and they had made a substantial amount of progress during their first day of hiking. They set up camp and tried to stay warm with blankets and a fire. The next morning, they woke up to a sheet of snow covering their tent. They tried to get out to experience the snow, but all they could see was white. Everywhere they looked, it was all white. It just kept snowing, snowing, snowing….
“How long do you think this will last?” Taylor desperately asked her husband.
“Um, I am sure it won’t last that long.” Jack said, not even believing his own words. They huddled back inside the tent, trying to keep warm any way they could. Hours passed, and it would not stop snowing. They did not try to go back down the mountain, in fear they could fall off a hidden cliff that they could not see coming. It was torture.
As time passed, waiting out the snowstorm became very boring. Jack and Taylor played games, told jokes, anything to make the time pass. Taylor reached into her backpack to find something for them to eat. Her face turned white and she let out a little scream.
“What happened?” Jack asked, alarmed.
“The food… it’s gone!” Taylor answered, still in shock. Jack crawled over to the bag, wanting to see it for himself. It looked like some animal and gotten into their tent and ate most of the food out of it, leaving only a couple of granola bars and a sandwich. Taylor and Jack were so distraught and worried. They knew it could be weeks before...