The wind was blowing hard in my face, colder than any winter's day in northern Michigan. I strained my eyes, searching for a recognizable feature; a building, a tree, a rock... anything that might have told me where I was. But the snow was so fervent, so insistent, that it had turned the whole of the town into a great big blob of blinding, featureless white. Seeing nothing but white, all I could do was shuffle my frozen feet forward and hope that I was heading in the right direction. Setting out, I'd thought I was facing a mild snow storm; in reality, it was the biggest blizzard I'd ever seen, and I was caught in the middle of it.