Tremendous gratitude to our Wednesday snowshoe saviors. As the sun was setting, you pushed through the worst of hurricane Juan’s legacy to rescue us from our outpost in Long Lake Park. When we set out for our morning trek, we never imagined that our adventure would be taken to the next level. Entered into survival mode, we placed the dreaded call and proceeded to wait for an unknown arrival. When you emerged from the thicket with your trustee brothers and 60Ib pack, we were delighted to gorge on Larabars and test a few flares. Though we didn’t get an exciting helicopter ride out, or a kit kat bar, we are forever grateful that you became part of our story. Next time, we hope to see you in the cockpit. Thank you! —Lost on the Level