Snow Storm Vermont Mga Nobela at Kwento

REESE POV “What do you mean you can’t get me any closer?” I demanded. Travis looked nonplussed. “See this?” he asked, showing me a computer screen with a blue swath over most of the map. “Snow. A massive storm is starting. Going to be a few days before it even begins to clear up.” “So you won’t even bring us up there?” I asked in disbelief. “What about our wolves? Can we go on foot? Wouldn’t they make it?”

*Ava* My breath is taken away, words failing me. I can’t believe Liam’s brought me to Vermont. The weather’s finally warm enough here that Vermont is green and lush. I’ve always known Vermont was this absolutely gorgeous state. But to be here in person with the changing weather, seeing the flowers, trees, and green well-trimmed grass, is another thing entirely. We land in Burlington, and Liam tells me we’re going to stay a night here before we go to Woodstock tomorrow.

… The diary ended here, abruptly. Outside the window, the snow from the night before howled as it lashed against the panes. Yes, today was August 3rd. “You didn’t have time to write in your journal, did you? You’re out there in the snowstorm, aren’t you, Ethan?” I murmured. The distant mountains seemed to tremble, and the wind was so fierce it felt as if it could scatter one’s very soul. They said there was an avalanche on the high peaks and there was still a group of people up there on that mountain.

Sitting in Dinah's having dinner alone again, I watched the news on TV. From six to seven Dinah had the TV on, just for the news. Most of what they considered news I considered a waste of time and lip gloss, but the weather report interested me. A big storm was headed our way and would leave about six inches of rain or snow. The man on TV said we could expect the storm to arrive in the mountains by about nine and last three days. Temps would get down into the thirties at night and maybe as high as forty during the day.

I'm sure she's heard the news that I know everything and she wants to have a word. David faces me and gives me a thumbs up. A wide grin stretch over my face as he walks toward me, handing me the keys. "Congratulations, Stormy." I plaster my hand to my mouth, chuckling at how dramatic he can be. I'm piking a car not buying my wedding dress. "So were do you want to drive to first?" David ask as we leave the shop. I stuff my hand into my coat to keep them warm from the shivering cold. It started snowing yesterday and the cold has been extreme and out of this world. I stare at my car in delight.

The kids fighting in the close quarters of the vehicle does not help the situation any, either. The radio had been turned down to quietly play in the background, but Andy turns it up a bit to hear if there is a weather report being discussed. It takes about ten minutes, but then there is finally one on the air. The man talks about the freezing rain that is causing treacherous driving conditions through out parts of Montana, Wyoming, middle North Dakota and parts of South Dakota. “Crap. It appears that we are going to be driving right into it.” Andy tells his wife.

She groaned. " We should go as soon as it snows," I suggested, ignoring the woman. " It's a beautiful place," my mother assured him. " Your father has already taken me there.” " This is a nightmare," Shelby muttered. " Nightmare? What's a nightmare? " My father asked as he returned to the living room. " They are planning a trip to Vermont," my mother explained. " Who's planning it? " Pyotr frowned. " The four of us," Ian reported nonchalantly.