Monday, August 20, 2007

Almost paradise.

Every time I go camping, I end up recommitting myself immediately afterward to do it more often. It’s one commitment I never let myself get away with letting slide, either. When I went to Sun Valley a couple weeks ago, absolutely lost in stargazing and swiftly moving rivers and stanky hot pots, I knew I’d be doing it again, and soon. On Saturday, I got acquainted with Site No. 5 in a campground about 30 minutes from here. So close, yet just far enough removed to please me. Tanner’s Flat Campground is on your right, not long before you hit Snowbird, about halfway up Little Cottonwood. I’d wanted to do Albion Basin, but there were no vacancies. Next time. If you go to this one, though, say HI to Al, would you? He was kind enough to sell us some plastic cutlery.

I’d wanted to backpack to a camping area, though that fast turned into the compromise of car camping, along with some afternoon trail hiking. I knew my friend Danielle would be up for the adventure—she was—and so we took it on. Cecret Lake first, Catherine’s Pass next. Both reminded me that I’d spent too much time this summer playing soccer and running around parks and not enough time amongst the trees and rocks and fat gerbil-looking gophers running and dragging their pregnant-looking bellies all over the place. Let’s just say that, on Sunday night, my 33-year-old legs enjoyed the rest they got.


We saw ponds disguised as lakes, peaks all covered in sand, a mountainous sunset nearly obscured by clouds and, luckily, very few others along our path. Well, not unless you count the three moose blocking it on the way down.

Yes, moose. Mooses. Meese. Having been told we’d probably run into some—and to throw ourselves behind a bush if they spotted us, as they have terrible eyesight and it might save them from charging in our direction—we were both delighted and freaked out to see what we saw. I wanted to get close and take photos but, at the same time, I didn’t want them to take turns trampling me between my shoulder blades. We got as close as we dared, then decided to take a quick alternate route, one that required a lot of ducking and light stepping. It was an operation so covert, I ended up rather proud of our escape, honestly.

I suppose the rest of the trip was fairly standard as far as treks out to nature are concerned. There were tinfoil dinners and campfire making and fire-heated corn on the cob (something you must try if you never have), guitar playing and singing, star gazing (and I caught a falling star right in the act), a black bear scare (the campground’s first ever!) and barefoot dips in the raging river just next to the site.


Also, I slept so soundly, a vat of sleeping pills couldn’t have done it better. I sleep incredibly well in the wild. I love the peace that comes along with the outdoors. In fact, the river did such a smashing job of putting me to rest, I took things full circle by taking a 7 A.M. dip in it the following morning. Not only did it send me snoozing in my sleeping bag, it got my eyes open in the morning. As far as waking up goes, it totally trumps coffee. No argument there.
Mother Nature's Son = Tarzan

8 comments:

Lincoln said...

I'm jealous. I mean...I play in the mountains a lot...but still, I'm jealous.

Bawdy said...

I love the title...I love monster ballads! But, now I have song stuck in my head!
Great pictures...I have to agree with lincoln and say that i'm jealous! I did get to spend a week in waterton though...

bestsariah said...

That looks like a nudie picture of you.

Dainon said...

I am Tarzan.

Cindy said...

I sleep better in the wild on the second night. The first night I'm up all night listening for the wild bear to attack.

Dainon said...

So they know better than to attack on the second night, issat right?

I had a dream while out there that I, along with everyone around me, got swept off the face of the earth so to speak, which led me to saying a little prayer that the bear they spotted wouldn't come and tear us to bits looking for tasty Twinkies or something. True story.

plainoldsarah said...

my sister used to praise the virtues of tanner flats - good choice! I love that we have so many close options. nudie boy. ha! I mean tarzan.

The Carrie Collection said...

D, you look way too skinny. I don't like it. Anorexia affects men in their thirty somethings just like teen girls. It's a tragedy that many people overlook. I've got your back. I'm bringing a sandwich with me on Wednesday and you will eat it!