Toni, Misti, Alex, and Ceci were good enough to invite me and Jen on their Uinta yurt trip this year. The crux was the fact that we don’t own a snowmobile. So, we rented one. That turned out to be a bit of a shit-show and for reasons that I’m not going to get into right now, we ended up with a $10,000 paperweight sitting in our garage that we could not use. Toni had his own problems as well, so we threw in the towel and went to his place to drink our problems away on Friday night. On Saturday we decided that we should get up to the Yurt one way or another, so Alex shuttled three of us while Toni got another sled for him and Misty. Like I said, shit-show. Anyway, we all got up there, dug out the yurt, chopped some wood, cooked some food, and had a great time hanging out in the mountains.
Temperatures were extremely warm on Sunday, and with every sled-shuttled ski lap the snow got heavier. I’dt was a real shame because the terrain up there is fantastic, but we all had fun regardless. It wasn’t until it came time to leave that things got really out of hand. In order to get everyone and all the gear out with two sleds we came up with a, lets call it “unique” towing system. Jen sat on Alex’s sled and he drove. Behind it we trailed two fully loaded ice-fishing sleds without around 80-pounds of gear each. Then we tied a rope to the back of the second one and I skied alone behind the whole train. With the exception of a bit of an incident a couple minutes after starting, we managed to get out the entire eight miles like this without a single problem (except my thrashed legs). None of us could believe how well it worked.
