Summit Riding

Posted by on April 12, 2016 at 10:25 am :: 2 Comments

Last month, some friends invited us to join them for a two-day “company retreat” at Daniels Summit. We did this very thing a couple of years ago with this very group and it was very amusing. So we kindly accepted the invitation again. We are, after all, the embodiment of kindness.

What a bunch of liars!

What a bunch of liars!

The first evening, I cooked homemade chili and cornbread for everyone’s dinner. After eating, we played games, or one game rather, until the wee hours. Avalon, which involves a lot of social manipulation (AKA lying), was that game. Some members of our group were rotten, no-good liars. Really, they couldn’t lie to save their lives… or Merlin’s.

This trick jolted Jason; he only did it once.

This trick jolted Jason; he only did it once.

Cindy dared to fly.

Cindy dared to fly.

We spent most of the next day snowmobiling. The snow was plentiful but the temperatures were a bit too toasty for winter layers and the surface oscillated from slush to ice as the day progressed. Still, all things considered, it was first rate, meaning I didn’t hit a tree this time.

Just off the trail, many tempting meadows awaited.

Just off the trail, many tempting meadows awaited.

Cam also rocked the two-legger.

Cam also rocked the two-legger.

Our snowmobiling destination was a peak that bestowed a 10,000-foot view of the Wasatch Range and its lowly valleys. We made it there despite endless sidetracking. Elevating!

What a range!

What a range!

I used to be a wild snowmobiler but a tree talked some sense into me.

I used to be a wild snowmobiler but a tree talked some sense into me.

That night, after socializing around a raclette dinner, we played Avalon again until we were too tired and slaphappy to keep our deceits straight. Of course, some of our group couldn’t do that even if they’d just been rejuvenated by a six-month coma.

I started to transform into a unicorn after snowmobiling all day thanks to my helmet confronting my vast forehead without the mediation of a skullcap, which it was too hot to wear.

I started to transform into a unicorn after snowmobiling all day thanks to my helmet confronting my vast forehead without the mediation of a skullcap, which it was too hot to wear.

Daniels Summit may not have provided ample snoozing opportunities but it did offer chances to practice good life skills like story fabricating and slush sailing. Many thanks to the knife clan for allowing us to join the fun. We were more than happy to keep you company even though we aren’t part of your company… did I mention that Jason and I are the embodiment of kindness?

2 Comments

  • Cam says:

    Sweet write-up & fantastic pictures! I don’t know how you managed to capture such facial perfection on my jump but I am awed (odd?). Thank you guys for your kindness (and the games, and chili and talk of space poop).

  • Rachel says:

    Our kindness? I was just kidding about that because, obviously, accepting an invitation to stay at a cabin for free isn’t kind but self-serving. You are welcome for the other things though, especially the poop discussions. 🙂

    And thanks again for letting us tag along!

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