Cabin Weekend

We loaded up three SUVs and a car last Friday and headed down to Rob's cabin in Schofield, Utah. I ended up in the car, which became significant when we came to the steep ice covered road up to the cabin. The SUVs managed ok, but we were quickly left behind trying multiple times to gain enough speed to make it up this one hill. We made it part way and parked the car in a level area when Old Man Bitter came out to inform us with unnecessary verbal force that we were not allowed to park there. When he finally stopped talking long enough for us to say. "Sorry about that, we'll take it back down right now," Mark and Emily took the car down, and Blake and I decided to walk the rest of the way to the cabin... under Rob's instructions that it was just up the hill and to the left. So with just my converse shoes on the frozen road we wandered up the hill and into the drive ways of multiple cabins until we finally found the right one some 20 minutes later. By then my feet were pretty much popsicles. Had I known that it was about 4 degrees outside that night, I probably wouldn't have chosen to walk, but no harm done. I still have all 10 toes.

Rob's cabin only really qualifies as a cabin because the toilet roll holders have moose on them, there's a fishing net hanging on the wall... oh, and you can only access it by plowing the drive way with a front loader tracker (which they own). We quickly got into some heated ping pong matches that occupied Chris Silva and I most of the night. A little after midnight, we got in the hot tub and stayed in there till 2AM. Naturally, where ever a hot tub exists in close proximity to snow, the feats of strength begin. We all took our turn in the snow, but Blake was the undisputed winner when, in his swim suit, he jumped off the balcony into the snow, ran across the drive way and made this beautiful snow angel, and then climbed snowy stairs back up to the hot tub.

Before breakfast, Amy and I grabbed out cameras and went out for a little morning cabin photography shoot. It was so gorgeous up there.

This one would be my favorite, but the snow under the sun is totally blown out. Bummer.

The original plan for Saturday was ice fishing. Rob had everything gathered, poles, worms, the little hut thing... everything, but fishing licenses. So we had to go sledding and snowmobiling instead. As you can imagine, everyone wouldn't stop complaining.

While some were out snowmobiling, I asked Rob if he would teach me how to drive the front loader tractor. He climbed in with me and showed me how it worked and then let me play on my own. I built a wonderful pile of snow. It was so fun.

Blake forgot his snow pants so he rummaged around in the cabin until he found some of Rob's little sister's snow pants. Very hot, Blake.

In case that looks like I heil Hitler, just know that I have one finger up in my mitten.