The little airplane nosed down and out of the clouds. The engine was on fire and the tail looked like it had been shot away. It hadn't. of course. This was northern British Columbia. There was no war here. The tail had been shredded by ice in the overcast.
Jeff fought the controls all the way to the ground and just barely managed to pancake it in on a small, frozen lake. His sister, Judy, gripped the handles at the side of the cockpit and prepared to die. The Cessna skidded all the way across the lake and slammed to a halt on the shore near a short hill. There was no danger of sinking as the ice was two feet thick.
Jeff and Judy were badly shaken by the crash. "We're lucky to be alive," Jeff commented.
"I was sure we were going to die!" Judy wept.
"Damn, that was rough," Jeff remarked as the plane stopped. He got his sister out of the plane and together they assessed the damage.
"Total loss," Jeff remarked.
"Yeah, it's really bad replied Judy. "What do we do now?"
"Well first we get the survival kit out of the baggage compartment and go pitch the tent on that hill."
They dragged the kit up the hill, found a nice spot near a flat vertical rock and pitched the tent.
"Get the rest of the gear out of the airplane while I go look for some fire wood," Jeff ordered. He trudged off through the snow into the forest.
Judy worked hard getting the stuff out of the plane. Then she unpacked the rest of the survival kit and set it up. When Jeff got back he was pleased with the progress she had made. He had a big armload of firewood which he dumped on the ground in front of the tent.
"I got off a couple of "MAYDAYs" before we went in, so help should arrive soon. In the meanwhile, we'll have to act like we're really stranded permanently and start making plans for the long haul." Jeff stated. "I saw lots of snowshoe rabbit tracks over by that ridge and I'm sure I can get one or two in my snares."
Judy was still shaking from the crash. "I'm so glad you're here with me. I would probably die out here without you," she wept. She walked over to him and planted a not-so-sisterly kiss on his lips.
Judy and Jeff were average looking people. Judy didn't have giant tits and Jeff didn't have a giant cock. They were all around average and they were both extremely intelligent. Up until this point, they had maintained a normal sibling relationship. Jeff loved his sister and she loved him. But there had never been anything carnal between them. He was 26 and she was 23. Both had been married and both were now divorced. When their parents were alive they had gone camping on many occasions, so they were not exactly strangers to life in the woods.
The flight across Canada to Anchorage had been fraught with disasters from the very start. They had engine trouble in Seattle and some frozen instruments further north. This was to be the last leg of the journey. In fact, it had turned out to be just that.
"Well, mighty hunter, are you going to go get your woman some fresh meat?" Judy asked with a grin.
"I gonna go set some snares but they probably won't produce until tomorrow. While I'm gone, woman, break out one of the MREs. Melt some snow for drinking water and start some coffee. I'll be back in an hour or so."
"You be careful," she pled, "Woman needs someone to keep her warm tonight."
Jeff cut a good, stout club with the survival saw, threw some wire scavenged from the plane into his pack and set off into the woods again. All the way to the ridge he scanned the snow for bear tracks, but saw none. "They must be in hibernation," he mumbled and said a little prayer of thanks that they were too far south for polar bears.
He set five traps around the ridge and returned to camp hoping he would run across some deer tracks. A deer would keep them fed until spring if necessary. He saw none.
