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Ice Storm Chronicles Vol. I

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Ice Storm Chronicles Vol. I

By: D. Larry Patterson
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 A few winters ago, while vacationing at Cedar Lodge, a rustic venue secluded way back in the deep woods of Northwest Arkansas, the author and his wife were stranded there by the worst ice storm in the recorded history of Newton County. Ice incased trees fell by the hundreds. Soon over a foot and a half of snow followed the ice. For nearly a week, downed trees and drifting snow choked the narrow, rutted dirt road making it impassable for the entire two and a half miles out to the paved county byway. With the power out and no way to escape the lodge, in an attempt to stay warm and amuse themselves, they huddled around the roaring fire in the Great Room of the lodge with their hosts Rich and Katy Rhyme and four other guests and passed the time telling stories and sharing their experiences. Captured verbatim on a digital voice recorder and transcribed to print, Ice Storm Chronicles is a two-volume collection of these dialogues. Despite the fact that some of the characters’ names were changed to maintain anonymity, most of the stories were claimed to be true. It is left up to the reader to determine which stories are fact—which are fiction—and who the characters actually are. Author’s Note Before proceeding, the reader should know that several months after completing the Ice Storm Chronicles manuscripts, I drove back to Arkansas seeking the Cedar Lodge owners’ Rich and Katy Rhymes approval before publishing it. I previously had entered the exact lat/long coordinates of the lodge and the entrance to the drive on the forest access road into my GPS. Additionally, as I drove away after the ice storm, the GPS recorded the exact “Track” of the driveway between the lodge and the forest access road. When I returned in the spring, I drove down the forest access road and the GPS took me right to where the entrance to the drive should be, where to my surprise I found nothing but undisturbed forest; no road, not even a trail through the trees and thick underbrush. Out of airspeed, altitude and ideas, I parked along the road and started following the GPS track, bushwhacking my way through the dense forest, which was a real bitch, due to the almost impenetrable jumble of debris left in the ice storm’s wake of destruction. The going was slow. I continually had to clamber over piles of fallen branches, or skirt around downed trees. Therefore, it took three times longer than it should have to beat my way through those two and a half miles of nearly impassable woods. When the GPS finally indicated I was at the exact coordinates of the lodge—and it’s accurate to within 20 feet or less—I recognized the unique rock formations I’d seen there before, but there was nothing else in sight other than the unusually sizable stand of tall, undisturbed old-growth cedar trees along the edge of the bluff where the lodge should have been. At that point, I knew that I was screwed, blued, and tattooed. However, being the stubborn bastard that I am, I kept up the futile quest for Cedar Lodge for another two days. I never found even a trace of the place. I didn’t even locate anyone in the local area that had ever heard of Cedar Lodge, or the owners Rich and Katy Rhyme—if those were actually their names. I finally gave it up and headed for the barn, wondering over and over what the hell? for the entire seven hours I ground down the freeway headed for the house. Upon returning home, I found the files of narrated stories missing from my MP3 player/recorder, replaced instead by the 6-gigs of music I deleted at the lodge before recording the stories. Furthermore, the cedarlodge.com website where I made reservations and downloaded driving directions no longer came up when I clicked on it. Googleing Rich and Katy Rhyme or the names of the other guests met with similar results: nada! It was as if Cedar Lodge and all those people never existed. At least I still have the manuscript of the stories for proof. I certainly couldn’t have made them all up. Co
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