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Zero Shelter

        During the winter, I had built a debris shelter in the woods behind our house.  It was built well and I had intended to sleep in it during the upcoming weekend.  As the weekend approached, the weather predictions spoke of the movement of an Arctic air mass making its way deep into the South.  The forecast was being revised to warn of morning lows of close to zero.
        I knew this would be an unusual chance to really test out the effectiveness of the ancient debris hut structure.  I also knew that the shelter, as it stood, was not going to be sufficient for this type of weather.  So, I spent another hour before dark on Saturday piling more leaves on the outside and stuffing more leaves into the inside.
        After supper, I watched the evening weather report and began to feel nervous about trying to spend the night out in such cold.  I kept delaying going out to the shelter.  Finally, reminding myself that I could just walk on back to the house at any point during the night, I decided to go ahead with it. Such cold conditions would be more safely encountered wearing wool clothing but, as a controlled test, I changed into a very insufficient combination of tee shirt, sweat shirt, blue jeans, cotton socks, and tennis shoes.  I made sure I had a house key in my pocket and, as an afterthought, I put on a stocking cap and gloves.  I checked the thermometer.  It was 27 degrees.
        I walked out into the woods, found my shelter, laid on my stomach and inched back into it.  I had prepared two big piles of leaves on either side of the doorway.  I pulled and stuffed these leaves into the doorway after I got inside.  Twice during the next 2 hours I woke up shivering and decided to go out and stuff some more leaves into the shelter to act as a blanket. This worked well enough so that I could sleep without shivering for the rest of the night.
        The next morning I awoke and crawled out into the dawn.  It was very cold outside.  I could feel the inside of my nose trying to freeze with each breath I took.  My legs, without thermal underwear, quickly felt a burning cold sensation.  I knew that I would soon have to go either to the house or back into the shelter.  Since the house was so near, I was able to think up enough excuses for that choice.  On the way in, I stopped by the deck thermometer to see that the temperature was now 2 degrees below zero.  I knew that I had kept the option of returning to my house.  But, as I glanced back at that shelter, I knew also that its protection had kept me alive to see the dawn.

(Will Franck - Greensboro, NC - 1994)

 

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