Anywho, after Finals Week, five out of my six roommates decided that we were going to spend Friday night at one of my roommates' cabin that is up this canyon outside of Salt Lake.
Liz (the roommate with the cabin) told us that it was a little ways to the cabin from the entrance to the canyon, and that we couldn't take a car. We arrived at the canyon around 9:30pm and it was already cold.
Like nose-hair-freezing cold.
So we get our stuff for the night out of the car (including my Christmas Bonsai tree) and it was at this point that Liz explained that the "little ways to the cabin" was actually closer to a mile. -_-
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| Bonsai before The Great Roommate Adventure |
We put two of the duffle bags and a couple sleeping bags on
the two sleds that we brought and headed up the canyon (uphill!!).
It was slow going.
We weren’t dressed for hiking and everything kept falling
off of the sleds. And it was FREEZING cold. I hate winter.
Finally, I was fed up. I handed my backpack to Keni, took
her ginormous duffle bag and Bonsai (who was inside my coat trying to not
freeze), and Liz and I headed up to the cabin. I was going to drop off my
stuff, turn around and take the other girls up to the cabin while Liz got the
heater going.
So we took off up the mountain. The bag was heavy, I was
freezing, and Bonsai was dying.
Bonsai trees were not made for Utah winters. And I hate
winter.
And every few minutes Liz would turn around and tell me we
were almost there. Then we’d get to the next cabin, I’d ask if that was it… and
she’d say no.
Every. Single. Time.
Word to the wise, do not tell me we are almost there UNLESS
WE ARE ACTUALLY ALMOST THERE!!!!
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| When we got to this sign we were ACTUALLY almost there. |
I thought that stupid mountain would never end. After five
minutes my face was frozen, after ten it was my fingers and toes, and after 15
I was so cold I couldn’t figure out if I still had toes. I hate winter.
My mind began to wonder. I wondered if Liz was really taking
us out there just to kill us. I considered just sitting down in the middle of
the road and freezing to death. I decided I would have been a terrible pioneer.
Eventually, finally, Liz and I made it to the cabin (which I
was beginning to think was never going to happen), but I couldn’t rest yet. I
dropped that cursed duffle bag, put poor Bonsai on the table, and headed back
down the mountain.
After a few minutes I met up with the other three girls,
grabbed some of their stuff, and headed back up the mountain. Everyone was tired
and frozen. Finally we all made it to the cabin.
Over an hour later.
It was more than a mile.
We started peeling off layers (it seemed so warm in there!)
and tried to restore blood flow to frozen appendages. After a few minutes, we realized that it was
cold in there too.
We checked the thermostat. It was only 20 degrees inside. I
hate winter.
Coats went back on, we pushed two couches together and
hunkered in together under every blanket we had.
It was still cold. I hate winter.
Liz barely got the heat on, and the water was frozen. It was
a slow, cold progress.
By the time we fell asleep around 1:30am it was only 34
degrees. INSIDE. I hate winter. It was 65 when we woke up. It was a long, cold
night.
The walk back down was better that morning. Especially, for
Keni and Becca who got to ride the loaded sleds down.
I still think it was longer than a mile.
And Bonsai died. I’m sorry Bonsai.
And I hate winter.
That was The Great Roommate Adventure. Can we go somewhere warm next time?
The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake,
-McKenna
