Igloo: Part III
Wednesday, the following day, my siblings and I tramped down to the
igloo, armed with a lunchbox, a tarp, a board game, and a rolled up old carpet.
The igloo stood proudly against a glittering white backdrop. Its walls were
solid ice, having melted partially and then refrozen. It had snowed, too, in
the night; the haphazard roof we stuck on the previous night was now a smooth
round dome. As a final touch, we unrolled the carpet and spread it across the
icy floor on top of a tarp.
Sam came over,
and we celebrated more than 16 hours of work and our finished igloo with a picnic
of cookies and juice pouches! Sitting cross-legged on the carpet,
sheltered from a cutting wind, we munched on cookies and played the Game
of LIFE. The noises from outside were strangely muted, and inside was
peacefully quiet. It looked snug and homey, especially with our boots lined up
on the doorstep, but when we all finally retired in LIFE, we were half
frozen. My sister and brother and I gathered up our things, said bye to
the igloo and Sam, and went home to thaw out in the warmth of our wood
stove.
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