Snowshoeing in Circles

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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Jim's brother John had a party planned. We were to spend the night up at a yurt in the mountains getting drunk with nine other people, mostly guys. One might hesitatingly ask, "Why would you do such a thing". We would answer, "Why not?" So that is what we prepared to do. We rushed around getting boots for Jim, packing our heavy packs with bottles of booze, warm clothes and food for one night, though we looked like we had packed for a year in Antarctica.

The sun had almost set as we left later than we planned. Then John realized he had not packed my snow shoes. We reluctantly turned back for home just as we had reached our destination. Once we grabbed our forgotten items at home we quickly turned around and drove to our destination, again, which was 20 minutes away. At this point the sun had gone down and the moon was almost full, which illuminated our way. The car thermometer read a chilly 0 degrees Fahrenheit. Brrr! Being originally from San Diego and living in Hawaii, I had never been that cold in my life! I had four top layers on and two bottom layers on, plus a scarf, hat, gator and gloves, plus a backpack full of booze and snow shoes and poles. I had never been snowshoeing before.

It took about 20 minutes to get all our gear together and at this point my fingers felt like they were going to fall off. Finally we headed out to the snow path to make our 1 1/2 mile journey up to the yurt. One problem, there were three paths forking in different directions. Which to choose? John decided to choose the path with the sled marks since the other boys where bringing a sled. Jim and I hesitated feeling as though it might be the wrong way, but we went along anyhow since John might know best. Man, snowshoeing is hard work! We plowed away down the semi snow packed path, often sinking one leg into 2 feet of snow. It was a slow and tedious journey. We walked, and walked, and walked some more, but no site of the trail we were looking for. We connected up with the main skate ski trail but it didn't look good. Finally, we turned around, thinking it might have been the other trail we were to take. So we walked, and walked, and walked some more. No trail. We ended up where we began and then some. Finally, we stopped, took out the booze and truffles and had our own mini party on the trail surrounded by snow covered pine trees, snow blanketed mountains and the full moon illuminating our surroundings. It was silent, freezing and beautiful. I reached for my camel pack water bladder, but it had frozen. We decided to return to the car, get some Mexican food and go home to our warm beds, which seemed more appealing than sleeping in our sleeping bags in a cold yurt with nine other drunken men.

We had hiked in circles for 2 hours and were covered with frost. As we drove off, the thermometer read 8 degrees below zero! I'm astounded that Jim and I had the stamina to hike at night in below freezing temperatures at a 7,000 foot altitude.

We learned many things that night. First always get good directions, and if meeting others where there is no cell services, bring walkie talkies!
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zenaida-ooh-ah
zenaida-ooh-ah on

Yurt
Babe,
first of- whats a 'yurt'???!

Secondly, frost, freezing, below zero, 0 degrees farenheit....what ARE these alien words ur using in ur blog? ;-O

Third, I am definately not going in the snow anytime soon now. I think my husband will have to take me for the first time! hahaha

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