Sunday, February 3, 2008

Bryce Canyon Jaunt

I wrote this blog entry MONTHS ago but had technical difficulties loading the pics. I guess you need to resize them. You would think that since I have previous entries with pictures I would've known, or eventually remembered. I didn't. I was just trouble shooting and feel like I resolved a problem. A problem I must have resolved before but have no memory of.



This last weekend I went to Bryce Canyon with alot of great friends. Mission: Cross country ski the 22+ mile rim. Results: Near heart arrythmia









In retrospect, all the ingredients for disaster and catastrophe were staring us in the face. Four novice women doped out on energy drinks, on skis, three feet from a precipitious cliff. We worked up a sweat trudging through deep fresh snow, climbing (on skis mind you) sliding backwards with each centimeter of progress. One of our most astute members thought taking off her skiis would improve her predicament. I assumed the physics of deep snow and feet were inate. Apparently not. Unless you are a squirrell, keep the skiis on.




Our trek came to an end as I came close to falling off the edge (I knew what I was doing the whole time), Danielle spent 2 hours trying to put her skiis back on, and I almost threw up. I hate to be arrogant but it is inarguable that my temporary illness saved four lives that day.


Total distance traveled: less than a mile (way less)



We never returned to the disaster area. Maybe some day when we have a plan that involves more than taking pretty pictures. We opted for safe and easier routes for the duration of the trip. Some (one) would argue we still weren't safe because we "lost track of the blue dots (on the trees)" but I knew where we were the whole time. Again, saving lives.




























































1 comment:

Kassie said...

Chrissy, are you serious about this entry? And is Danielle our "hikers club" Danielle? This almost made me pee my pants it was so funny. You are a really good writer.