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- The bridge and straight ahead is a drift over my head
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- Thank goodness for snowmobile tracks
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- Worst part
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- Endless road
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- Never ends
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- Food on sled
Boza and I made it…
It took between six to seven hours. I will be honest and tell you that I hurt, but am happy as a fat butter bean…
The snowplow didn’t make it, no one else made it, but Boza and I made it and we are going to toot our horn, just a little bit. Sisoy was dead as a door nail when we got there, then the grapevine went to work and when I left the store, twenty people were standing outside and watching me. The word went fast threw town that an American living at Kommuna walked all the way. This is not a small feat and people took pictures of Boza and I. One thing is for sure, I have changed the minds of many Russians about how they think about Americans and yes you can thank me… 😉
To be honest, a year ago I could not have done what I did today and for that I thank God and Sveta and her family for allowing me to finally recover somewhat and get my life in gear again. I also have to say thanks to Boza, for he was there by my side and if I seemed to struggle, he would come up to me and stare with a worried look until I would tell him, “It’s Okay!” – then he would keep going…
Vova had a friend try to get up here in a huge 4X4 and they failed. The drifts are deep, the snow is wet and you never know what is below the surface. I used my walking stick and poked the ground 1,000,000 times to make sure I would not fall into a hole over my head. Boza was lucky and I only had to save him once as he sank out of sight in a drift…
I am sitting here typing this with a wonderful cup of steaming coffee and feel good about myself. I am finally over the hump and healing,instead of regressing into a hole that I could hardly crawl out of. Vova could not have made it and he had gotten himself between a rock and a hard place. He was out of food, out of cigarettes and vodka. Been out for a week and he was in trouble, as everyone gets who are stuck on vices, they will drag you to hell and farther…
One of those sacks on the sled is for Vova and he acted tough as he talked to Sveta on the phone, but a couple of tears in his eyes, told a different world to me…
Tomorrow, I go to Vova’s and he will have a soup going (I bought chicken legs for him,) and him and I are going to rejoice and watch TV. Then when the news talks about Obama, we will make disgusting faces and thumbs down, until they stop talking about him. It is just perfect…
I bought a bunch of extra food and will keep tabs on what Vova is eating. Then I will make sure he has more when needed. I also will in a few weeks walk back to Sisoy to get more. Vova is financially broke right now, for they have to go to the post office to get their pensions and right now the post office is a long ways away. He will pay me back when he gets his money…
Well I am done, Boza is sound asleep and I will be also in a few minutes. The sun is setting and I just spent a full days work and I will sleep good tonight…
Thanks for listening and have a nice day…
WtR