Al, Mary, Mark, Kathleen, and I carried our skies and snow shoes,
strapped to our packs, up a Wasatch Mountains canyon to the yurt. The yurt is a lovely Winter
addition to this popular canyon. We arrived in time for a snack and to ski a bit farther up the
canyon - without packs of course, they stayed secure in the warming yurt.
The evening was a gorging of spaghetti, bread, salad and wine, enjoyed
as the skies cleared and the temperature dropped somewhere South of 12. I got up during the night
to stoke the fire and enjoy the crispness outside the sheltering yurt, my thin polypro steaming
lustrously in the glaring moonlight.
The next morning, we began skiing with nearly all the clothes we
currently owned. As we drifted down toward the city of smog and industrial propagation, the sun
peeked into the canyon, glinting off the shards of hoar frost. It was 'toasty' warm when we
stumbled the unfamiliar hard surface of the tarmac to the vehicles. An inspiration arrived, and
we all traveled to La Hacienda for a fabulous lunch.
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A Wasatch Snowsnail
(Click the image for a full-size view; Photo by Rob)
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click the moonlight yurt to go to an Idaho yurt report
(Click the moonlight yurt to go to an Idaho yurt report; Photo by Rob)
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That's the end of this report about delightfully deluxe ski-camping,
yurt-style. For another report of ski-camping,
click here or
on the moonlight yurt.