Every once in a while, I count the months and discover it’s been months since I went into the world. Went Outside. Flew to the Lower 48. Whatever you want to call it.
It’s Thursday night, a week before this will be printed, and I’m preparing myself. The plan is a few days in Laramie, Wyoming, before heading a few hours south to near Rocky Mountain National Park for a few nights in a yurt. We’ll access said yurt on touring skis. While I have very little ski experience the trek into the yurt is only just under a mile from the parking lot, so I’m not really worried. This is the type of trip you remember for a long, long time, especially since it’s not available like this at home.
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