Trip Time

So it's been a little while since I've enlightened the masses with a post, so let's get on with a story about the Yurt trip. Well it will be more like just a quick recount of the situation.

So the ski in to the T.U.N.A. Yurt in the Uintah Mnts, UT (how's that for exposition Shakespeare), was surprisingly long and painful. My groin hurt. I wasn't tired, but my little groing muscles or joints, or ligaments, or according to me ma, glands, just hurt like the dickens. Every step forward was a major sharp pain. But enough of that; on to the yurt.

It was hot. I had to strip to my bare chest in order to prevent myself from passing out from heat stroke. I would have stripped more had there not been mixed company. Eventually-about 3am I was able to put my shirt back on and get in my sleeping bag.

The yurt is lovely. 8 bunks with pre-installed foam pads to sleep on. Darren enjoyed some "mouse mints" under his head the first morning. He opted not to eat the little power pellets; I found his choice prudent.

We skied up a big hill (walking with skis on basically). Then we skied down the big hill. The powder was surprisingly good and I made very nice turns, with the snow accepting me into the turns and then easing me into the next turn. It ended WAY to quickly. Braden only fell a couple of times and made to the bottom safely with sagacious route finding.

The meal that evening consisted of deer sausage (courtesy of Maddy) biscuits, and mashed potatoes and gravy. Truly a meal fit for arctic adventurers. If you haven't had deer sausage, I'm going to recommend that you try it sometime, as well as frying biscuits rather than baking them.

The ski out was very fast and I nearly lost it when the trail got bumpy. My pack jostled and swayed, my skis clicked and clacked, I wabbled and bent, and I said "wh whoa." But by some miraculous miracle, I stayed upright.

That was my short made for TV, condensed book, short attention span trip report for the yurt trip. It was Grand.

Pictures of the post: The traditional power jumping for the camera in front of the yurt and (I know two is unusual, but it had to be done) and the pipe tapping the spring where we got water for drinking. To the left there are a couple of nice, dried cow or other animal pies. That's right, adjacent to our drinking water. So far no raging diarrhea, but I won't relax until I make it past Wednesday.