Will Work For Food II

“Dagnabbit, dayhike!
I was suddenly starting to get interested in joining you at Cheaha. LOL!

Hutch -
Yeah. I'm having a blast!
I'll have a BB fer ya tonight.
I'll have one for Adri, too.
And Shane - consider him toasted!
And I'll funnel one fer yer cat, too. (in case you get one soon - hehehee!).”

“Don't forget a couple for the horse - he's mighty big and may need several!!”

“hey, hey, hey, toasts for ALLLLLLLL!!!”

“D'oh! How could I forget the horse?!

Yep, he's a big'un. This may require a purgin' or two!

Lizs -
Your toastage goes w/o comment. I'll toast you alright. In fact, I've toasted you so much that we might hafta get out a jar of strawberry jam next time we meet!

Ummmm! Lizs w/strawberry jam...
(o:”

“Grand Teton Brewing Company
Moose Juice Stout - Goood stuff man!”

“When I was there, I spent much more time on the moutain than I spent in town. Up and down, up and down....couldn't get enough. I had some of my best over 30,000' vertical days there.”

“So you guys prefer the touristy towns over the "real" Western towns? I know, they can definitely be fun... never been to Jackson Hole, but have liked *aaaaaaack* (it kills me to say this) ASPEN, Vail, Winter Park, Breckinridge.

BUT a friend and I had just as much fun with Roger at what I think was the Mangy (sp?) Moose tavern in Riverside/Encampment, WY. The boonies of south central Wyoming. A partron, Roger, told us how to reach a lookout tower and then entertained us at his big deer and elk outfitters tent in the woods. Lotsa fun with the locals!!”

“I skiid at Grand Targhee. Only thing is I hadn't skiid much since high school and the "hills" is much bigger there. Had a riot, but looked like a snow monster at the end of the day. Finally got down a run without falling which was a big accomplishment. I think I need to go again this year!”

“Hey, haven't you taken a long enough break? Where's the workin part of this story? lol”

“LOL @ dhutch! Glad to see someone keeping him honest!”

“I'll fill y'all in on my own little Freeze Yer A@@ Off episode, etc later..."
gojo
04:56:40 PM
11/12/03

Come on gojo! Get to typing!
If you are to busy, get Belle to post it!”

“dhutch- Grand Targhee was great. We only went there for one day of skiing, but it was a day when they were getting 12-14" of fresh stuff.”

“Come on gojo! Rite the werds a bout what yall done at the craks and say "Sarabelle rite them werds!" if you are verry bissy!"
~ Stovstepper

Ok I will tell yall.....
We rode in the truk at Unkel Jons to the nother rode. We rode at that rode for eleventy times. Then we rode on the nother rode for eleventy times to and got the chanes on the weels then we rode some mor.

In a minit we stopped and made a cimp groun and cimped in the truk.

Ever buddy peed on the sno. Me and Gissmaeioux doodood but my daddy did not doodoo.

We sleept in the truk.

When it was the nother day Gissmaeioux put on his swedder and boodys and ever buddy walked on the sno to the Craks.

We got in the truk and rode on all them rodes to my Unkel Jons.

The end.
(o:3”

“sarabelle, that sounds like the condense version...”

“You are verry corretc. I for got to say that we smeld a woof. It was a verry stinky smel.”

“The Crags wern't much...
the trip, that is.

I was able to get surprisingly close to the CG, tho - considering 2WD. I drove to within a mile-point-five, I reckon.

I made it (only) about halfway up the steepest switchback in central ID before reversing it and a couple more while returning to a wide, flat spot. There we "camped".

It was c-c-c-cold! I didn't have a thermometer, but it had to have been well below zero seeing's how it was zero in Round Valley - 60 miles south and 3000 ft. lower.

I had my 20 degree bag inside my 0 degree, plus a well burrowed Gizmo. Belle slept under a folded rectangular bag. All of us were in the bed of the truck, under the camper cover. Mattresses totaled two, and bags totaled six. We were comfy.

Come morning, we took a hike.
I dressed Giz in his sweater and booties, strapped on my crampons, and we struck out on the road. We followed ATV tracks to where they turned around at the Crags camp ground. From then on we were breaking trail in the foot-plus deep snow.

We walked about 1.5 miles beyond the camp ground, where we stopped for an early lunch. What parts of Gizmo that weren't covered by his clothing was caked in ice/snow. He was pretty cold, though he pretended not to notice. He was having a genuinely fine time, as was Belle. I, too, was having fun. It is a treat to play in snow - seeing's how I don't often get the experience.

Anyhoo, Giz was wet and shivering. I had laid out the poncho under and around the boughs of an evergreen sappling so's to block the wind. Giz brushed himself against the limbs in an attempt to get shed of the clinging ice. It worked pretty well. He has some pretty good instinctive measures for these kinda things.

Speaking of Gizmo... even though he was following my tracks - which I deliberately made as wide and deep as reason allowed - his every step was a struggle. He was all but having to swim. His hoppity strides were as much vertical as horizontal. He was having to work hard to keep up.

After munching and warming, I decided to turn back toward the truck. I was a little concerned about getting the Mighty Mighty Tacoma back to 2WD-friendly roads. The memory of some steep ascents and descents coming in had me worried that when going through in the opposite direction would be impassable. I wanted to get an early enough start so's to get back to the "main" road before dark.

So I strapped on the ten essentialed slacked-pack, stuffed Giz in my coat, and we reversed direction.

We were back at the truck in good fashion, and back over Morgan Creek Summit at *about* dark.

It's a three hour drive from where we parked to pavement, and vice versa. I was glad to have not needed the come-along, jack, rope, and chains that I had borrowed from my brother.”

“Mequon, WI.
Passing through looking for an old friend/family - or remnants thereof...”

“"Bittersweet" is more like it.

Man. I had a great trip. I met some great people.

Two months... 9500 miles.

I still have a little money.
The road still beckons...
Crap! I better start thinking about something else...


hmmmmm...”

“Hey gojo, is that hotmail address in your profile good?”

“Yepper.”