When I heard recently about NASA’s Artemis program, it made me think about a few things. I adopted a puppy back in 1997 that I named Artemis. It was a beautiful, silky, black Labrador retriever puppy that appeared on my doorstep in the middle of a very cold winter in southern Vermont.
I was renting a large apartment on a farm on the top of a mountain because I wanted to experience daily rural country life. It was definitely an experiment for me as it was isolated and at times could be quite lonely. It was a big change from being very social in a suburban college setting. However, I got a lot out of that experience looking back. I made a lifelong friend as well.
It was a very cold night and one of the farm hands knocked on my door and pointed at a little black puppy right on my doorstep. I was surprised and said, “What?” He just shrugged his shoulders and headed out to his truck. There were snow flurries and the temperature was dropping fast. This little puppy with large brown eyes just stared at me. I was wearing a silk cotton mesh thermal long sleeve top after skiing and shorts and just went out the door barefoot and scooped up the little puppy in my arms and brought it inside.
I brought the puppy by the fire. It was really cozy by the fire where I had been reading a book and lying on a sheepskin rug. The puppy shook its butt and then stretched and started wagging its tail and came over and started sniffing me and then licked me on the face. I started laughing and we bonded. I realized the dog was hungry and looking at it, that it was a little female puppy. She followed me obediently to the fridge where we both stared at what I had in there. There was some leftover salmon salad and some fried chicken that a neighbor had dropped by along with a large apple pie. I did not eat meat at the time other than seafood (a pescatarian) and had been considering giving the chicken to one of the farm guys as I did not want to hurt the neighbor’s feelings.
But now I had a little friend who was eager to eat that chicken! I took out the dish from the fridge and warmed up some of the chicken. The little doggie went to town on it. That was awesome to watch. I was a little worried if she would get sick since it was fried so I fed her slowly. She ate it all up and looked at me hopefully and then just put her head on my lap. It felt amazing.
I pet her for a bit and then got up and went to the window, made myself some hot chocolate and wondered what I should name her and what to do with her. The sky had been cloudy all day and just starting to clear up. I saw some beautiful stars in a formation and wondered what constellation it was. Then I thought, I could name her after a star or a constellation! The name Artemis popped in my head. So I turned to the puppy and said, “Artemis.” She looked at me hopefully. I said, “Art,” and she came running to me.
The next day, a bunch of the farm hands stopped outside my little apartment to see our new friend and they all petted her and commented on how silky her fur was. Her fur was beautiful. Apparently there was a second puppy too that a neighbor found wandering down the old dirt mountain road and he had promptly taken home. One of the farm guys said, “Must have been a guy who left them here on purpose,” and shook his head in disappointment.
Another guy said, “What if you hadn’t seen them? They would have frozen to death!”
Artemis appropriately looked alarmed. I felt the same way.
Brian, one of the farm guys I had talked to before, came up to me. He had taught me how to feed a lamb just a few days back, which I had really enjoyed doing. He was about thirty-five or forty years old at the time with a receding hair line and a very honest face. He had two beautiful little girls and his wife was pregnant with their third kid. He pulled his wool hat off his head and held it in his gloved hands politely and bent his head a bit and asked me, “So what are you going to name the little fellow, Miss Jan?”
I said, “Well first off, it’s a girl.”
Brian said, “Okay then,” and smiled.
I said well, “I don’t know if I can keep her, but if it works out, well then, I thought I would name her Artemis, like the constellation.”
Brian shook his head solemnly and said, “That’s a fine name for such a beautiful dog, Miss Jan.”
I beamed at him and scooped up Artemis in my arms. He pet her for a bit and said, “She’s lucky to have you. It’s good. You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself. You can only ski and read books so much.”
I just smiled.
Back then, I worked part-time at a ski resort for three to four days a week depending on my schedule. The rest of the time I had off and I would go skiing, snowshoeing, and on very long walks exploring the area for hours on end. I loved the light on the snow and just disappearing in the woods. It was a fantastic workout and I could just walk out my door and do it.
If any of you reading this lived in New England at the time, you will remember this was the “ice storm of ‘97.” It was such an intense snow and ice season that the entire city of Burlington was closed for three weeks. Further south and up higher in the mountains where I was though, it was a winter wonderland! The snow was so thick and deep that your boots would sink into the soft fluffiness and it felt endless. I loved wandering through the woods and skiing backcountry. It was incredible. Waking up in the morning, I would rush to see how much snow had accumulated and head on out to explore after having some coffee. I still remember the sun shining on beautiful icicles on the trees. It was breathtakingly beautiful and peaceful.
Yes, living on a mountain top with only two neighbors miles apart, was definitely lonely at times, but it was also amazing. I look back at that time with fondness, especially the long hikes I went on.