Last Sunday we speedily smashed everything for a week at
Estes and a weekend in the desert into Lewis and Tommy’s cars and trucked back
across trail ridge for midweek. It was a joyful reunion, with all 6 crews
bubbling with stories to exchange and new adventures to be had. Monday of midweek
involved an all-crew workday where we pretty much hauled logs out of a pile and
hucked them off a cliff in order to reclaim the “natural looking” habitat.
We then had a large snowball fight; quickly discovering who
had played baseball or softball in high school and then running away very fast.
(photos courtesy Geoff)
The next two days we embarked on some extremely engaging
seminars about the geology of glaciers and wildflowers. For the two seminars I
attended, we trekked up trail ridge and wandered around learning about how
glaciers shaped the lays of the land and looking at really cool tundra flowers.
There’s this one kind called ‘old man’s beard’ that grows for 30 YEARS before
blooming! And then, it up and dies. Talk about a goal-oriented lifestyle…
Thursday we filled out some evaluations real quickish and
then packed everything up for an epic road trip to Moab Utah with a grand 24
out of the 36 RMCC members. We stopped in Loveland, CO to combine 3 cars of
people and stuff into one party barge of a van, and then made the 8 hour drive
down to southern Utah where we camped under the stars by the side of a river. The
next two days were AWESOME. In order to avoid National Park entry fees, we
would get up around 5:30-6ish and book it out of our campsites to get to the
park before the opening 7am. The first day we went to Arches National Park where
we were greeted by roughly ten bajillion tourists. We had the classy “drive in
your car until you see and arch and then get out and walk the 30 feet to take a
picture” approach for most of the day.
We then hiked to this one arch called
“Double-O” and climbed on top of it only to be screamed at by some grouchy
onlookers that there was a “500 DOLLAR FINE FOR EVERY ONE OF YOU IF YA’LL GET
SEEN” “oh, and P.S. WE HAVE YOU ON CAMERA!!” Oopie. We then attempted to
quickly de-summit the arch but on the scramble down my Nalgene slithered out of
my fingers and plummeted 125 ft before EXPLODING on the boulders below. It
literally sounded like a bomb had been dropped from the Double-O Arch. The
incident did not help our attempted inconspicuous decent and could have very
possibly been the fatal end of a small child or dog.
The next day we adventured in canyonlands. We started off
the day with a very HOT desert hike and then descended into the majestic land
of canyons. It. Was. Seriously. Cool. The temp drops by about 30 degrees, and
you walk in soft sand at the bottom of these perfect slots with sheer 50+ ft walls
jutting up smoothly either side. It’s surreal. A kick-the-can/hide-and-go-seek
playground.
We spent the afternoon exploring and chimneyed up into this
secret caveish corner where we found the “squeeze”—a slot that got thinner as
you went down until you got sandwhich-jammed between the walls and had a
moment’s panic where you were sure you’d be stuck until your corpse crumbled to
dust. But we always got out. And then went back in to try again.
I love that moment when you finally hit the summit of the mountain and you know you're standing on the tallest peak in the area. It's kind of a feeling of superiority and conquest...I am above; I see all.






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