Su Wei is almost certain of the winter on Kodiak Island.
Perhaps the real one has arrived.
His gaze fell on the path leading to the highway.
That road was originally a dirt road cleared by his parents; it wasn't paved at all.
At this moment, the road surface has completely disappeared, blending into the surrounding wilderness.
If it snows all night...
Su Wei glanced down at the time on her phone.
1 a. m.
There are still six hours until dawn.
At this rate, the snow depth may exceed one meter by daybreak.
Although his old pickup truck was four-wheel drive and had been fitted with snow tires, it certainly couldn't overcome such a thick snow wall.
By then, forget about going to town to buy diesel, pay off the loan, or treat Emily to braised pork.
He can't even get out of this door.
And there was that half-empty barrel of diesel fuel.
If the roads are impassable, even if he has money, he won't be able to buy supplies.
Something has to be done.
Or should we pray that the snow removal teams, paid by taxpayers, will be more diligent?
Stop joking.
Instead of relying on them, we should hope that Cotton Candy learns to operate an excavator.
Su Wei walked to the fireplace and added two thick birch logs inside.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Since we can't change the weather, we can only prepare for a tough battle.
If the road is really blocked tomorrow...
Su Wei's gaze fell on the dusty toolbox in the corner.
Looks like I won't be getting a good night's sleep tomorrow morning.
He turned off the main light in the living room, leaving only a dim wall lamp on.
Outside the window, the wind and snow grew increasingly violent, crashing against the wooden house's exterior walls with a dull thud.
On this deserted island night, locked down by a blizzard.
This small wooden house became their only shelter.
But it's also possible that it will make it impossible for him to leave.
Chapter 37 Snow-covered Isolated Island, Unusual Temperate Cyclone Warning
The next morning.
Su Wei was awakened by the cold.
The fireplace flames had long since died down, leaving only a few pieces of grayish-white charcoal and a pile of ashes.
A chill seeped in, constantly penetrating through the gaps in the blanket, eventually seeping into Su Wei's very bones.
Su Wei sat up, wrapped in a blanket, and shivered uncontrollably.
My body was stiff; it felt like my blood was freezing.
He grabbed his phone from the bedside table.
The screen glowed brightly, making my eyes sting.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
The signal bar has only one bar left and is still flashing; it could disconnect at any moment.
Su Wei quickly put on thick fleece pants and a windbreaker. The moment his feet touched the floor, the cold air rose up from the soles of his feet.
There was a fluffy white thing tucked up in the corner of the sofa.
Cotton Candy buried its head under its big tail, and its ear tips twitched when it heard the noise.
It didn't look up.
This awful weather is so bad even the foxes are too lazy to move.
Su Wei walked to the window.
A thick layer of frost flowers had formed on the glass.
He used his hands to peel off the surface layer of frost.
Let's take a closer look.
His pupils contracted sharply.
white.
Everywhere was a stark white.
The world disappeared.
The lake outside seemed to have completely disappeared, and its frozen surface was covered with a layer of snow.
The once flat courtyard is gone, now filled with undulating snowdrifts.
The problem is the dirt road leading to the highway.
The area was completely covered up, and there was no trace of the road at all.
This situation means that his pickup truck is completely unable to drive out.
Because the snow was too deep and too thick.
It must be cleaned before it can be driven out.
The problem is, the roads outside are very likely the same.
Su Wei lowered the curtains, her expression grave.
This is not snow.
This is a road closure.
Even after he cleared the dirt road and drove off.
The roads outside remain impassable.
As for the State of Alaska state government's snow removal teams?
By the time those hourly-paid workers drove their snowplows to this remote suburb, Su Wei probably would have already turned into an ice sculpture.
Su Wei went to the kitchen and filled a large glass with cold water. The stinging sensation as the ice water went down her throat completely sobered her up.
He went up to the second-floor bedroom and pulled out the thickest winter coat.
Goggles, windproof gloves, and fleece-lined leather boots.
Fully armed.
Whether or not we can get out, the snow in front of the door must be cleared.
Otherwise, if left overnight, this soft snow will freeze into hard ice.
If they want to open the door, they'll have to use explosives.
Su Wei gripped the doorknob and pushed it outwards with force.
The door remained completely still.
It looks like it's been welded shut.
The snow outside was completely blocked, as heavy as cement.
Su Wei took half a step back, pressing his right shoulder against the door panel.
Muscles are tense.
A powerful impact.
boom!
A gap was forcibly squeezed open in the door.
The snow rushed into the entryway with a whoosh, instantly burying his ankles.
"This damn place."
Su Wei cursed under his breath and squeezed his way out.
The wind stung my face.
The sunlight shining on the snowfield was so dazzling that it was easy to get snow blindness if you stayed in such an environment for a long time without wearing goggles.