Escaping the Snow

From four steps to a slide!
I am buried. I normally like snow. I never felt cramped by it or like I was gonna go berserk at any moment. But! The snow has piled up, inspiring depression and kicking all hopes of sunshine into the plow. I know there is a road out there, and hopefully beyond that-- life.

At least one of us enjoys this
And so I snooped in my photos for an escape. Something to remind me that it will end. That I don't have to pull out my tuque fuzz or break my shovel in half. Maybe a fun trip we took last year would remind me of the joys of this country...

I came up with a field trip to Lower Fort Garry in Winnipeg, Manitoba.

It was warm. It was fun. It was educational... and it inspired a story. What more can I ask for? Sounds like the perfect escape so I filed through the photos and decided to share a few.

So here I was, on a field trip with my daughter's class... just walking Lower Fort Garry, learning about Canadian History, actually explaining a few things we were seeing to the students since I did enough research on some of these time periods, I actually had my own stories to share when... a new story hits me. No clue where it came from.
I was standing here when the voices in my head took over.

 I actually heard the voice of the girl talking to a young man. She was looking out the the window to the right on the second floor. Her dress had lace that crept up her neck and her hair was half done in a braid. The young man, a hunter, stood in my shoes, a dead rabbit in his left hand, his bow gripped tightly in his right. He wipes at the dirt on his face, wishing he'd taken a moment to clean up. They are at that telltale point where they both know to look away. Yet... she leans further out the window and he steps toward her. I see her father through the window underneath her and he gets up to see what's going on. The story is so clear in my mind, I'm moments from breaking into a writing binge to get it all out.

That might be a fun escape from all this snow.
We even learnt how to make a bed.
The attention to detail make it a very life-like experience.
Even the detail in the yard added to the magic.
We learnt how to make a nail. But what was really interesting is that this guy was making the best pay in the entire fort. At about 40 bucks a year.
How do you survive the long winters like this one?
Have you ever found inspiration for a story when you didn't expect it?

9 comments:

E.J. Wesley said...

Sending you warm thoughts, Tanya! Hopefully Spring will find you soon. :)

Richard Hughes said...

It's been about 25 years since I've had to endure a long winter. Thinking about spring and gardening kept me occupied back then.

Most of my stories seem to come out of no where.

Elizabeth Varadan, Author said...

I haven't seen snow in years except when we got stranded last month in the Denver airport en route to a funeral in Winnipeg. (We never made it. We had to come back and send regrets.)

But I LOVE your story!

BTW: Thanks for stopping by and following my new blog.

Victoria Lindstrom said...

Oh my gosh, Tanya - I've never been in that much snow in my life. In fact we didn't receive any measurable snowfall this year. That's not to say that there aren't plenty of dark days around here - duh, the Pacific Northwest! We survive the winter with an occasional outing, watching movies at home, and of course...lots of books. The story idea you mentioned sounds awesome...you should see where it leads you! ^_^

vbtremper said...

Our winter hasn't been as rough as yours, although we're expecting a storm again tonight and tomorrow. Just huddle all together and drink hot chocolate, watch movies, read, and keep thinking about Spring.

Hugs!
Vicki

S.P. Bowers said...

Yes, I've had inspiration come out of nowhere like that. I love it. Hope you had a pen to write it all down.

Jon said...

This winter does seem to be endless - - even here in the wilds of West Texas. The warmth of your words has reminded me that spring is only a few days away.....

Valentina Hepburn said...

Warm hugs, Tanya. Looks lovely doesn't it, but can be such a pain. Love your photos and would really like to see more of your home. Maybe we could all do it - put up some photos of where we live. Our home towns are all so different. Really interesting post.

Peaches Ledwidge said...

That's a lot of snow. Inspiration comes when we least expect it.