I recently went on a magical yurt trip. The yurt was magical, the people were magical, and the surrounding mountains of snow were magical. I'm still getting into the swing of writing again so I think I'll make this speedy. But it was one of the best trips I've been on. And I've been on a lot of trips. In fact my life for the past 2.5 years, ever since I graduated from college has mainly consisted of taking trips to cool places and trying to work enough to scrape by to afford the experiences. I think it's been worth it.
I was invited on a trip to a yurt in the Uinta National Forest last weekend. It was a six mile uphill ski in. The others in the party mostly used skis and skins, and I used a pair of cross country skis originally owned by my friend's grandpa in Maine.
I am barely writing anything worth reading here but right now I just need to get my thoughts out.
We all met at 6am to get ready for the long day ahead. It was an hour and a half drive to the trailhead, which was off the Mirror Lake Highway. One of my favorite destinations in the summer, but now I was getting to see it in a completely different mood. It was a snowy day, and snowed for a lot of the hike into the yurt. We arrived at the yurt just about an hour before darkness hit. The yurt was magical.
