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The chest-high snow made forward motion almost impossible without an extraordinary amount of effort. Any thought of walking back to Liberty Base vanished before I had gone five yards. Our buried ATV wasn't going anywhere until next spring, and there was no way we would be able to hike the fifteen miles back to base through this snow cover. "Do you know how to make snowshoes, Alice?" "No, but the Spanish SAS Survival Manual has a section on how to make them," Alice said. "Can you read Spanish?" "Nope, but we can copy the illustrations in the manual. We'll need to get branches from a pine tree." Alice ducked back into the passageway and emerged with our survival saw a few minutes later. We set off together to explore the nearest stand of evergreens about a quarter mile to our left. The human body blonde is a remarkable machine, but it's a blowjob lousy snowplow. I was utterly exhausted by the time we reached the trees. 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Alice's attempt to build a replica of the snowshoes pictured in the Spanish survival manual was a perfect copy of the illustration. "Viola!" she said as she triumphantly held her completed set of Spanish snowshoes aloft for me to view and admire. "It was too easy," she laughed as her smile shifted from grin to gloat. "Nice," I mumbled, too embarrassed to speak. I knew in my gut that I was never going to hear the end of this one. At the age of five, I became a legend as the only kid in my hometown to ever flunk kindergarten Arts cumshot and Crafts. Alice decided to strut her stuff for the hell of it and started tromping across the top of the snow in her snowshoes. Pride goeth before fall. Her footwear fell apart no cum more than five steps into her victory march. She practically vanished from view as she sank to her neck in powdery snow. The devil lives in the details in the snowshoe business. 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