Escalante for Everyone

When Jason and I first visited Escalante and stayed at Escalante Yurts, I immediately thought it would be a perfect spot for some family adventures and togetherness. Two years later, Jason and I made that bonding outing happen as our birthday present to everyone in my clan.

Escalante Yurts
The yurts at Escalante Yurts have all the perks of camping and none of the drawbacks.

Planning this trip was a bit complicated. We told the group about our idea last November and managed to schedule a weekend this spring when the yurts and almost all my family were available. Although we planned months in advance, only 75% of the crew ended up attending. Still, it was the greatest concentration of us in a remote location in over 20 years. Hallelujah for my preparation inclinations!

creek curiosities
The hike to Lower Calf Creek Falls passes many intriguing elements like beaver dams, a pictograph, and ancient granaries.

We all arrived at the yurts within an hour or two of each other. Then, eighteen of us ate pizza and Spanish anchovies at Escalante Outfitters. Escalante Outfitters is an unconventional but tasty consortium of lodgings, gear, and grub. After dinner, we wasted no time getting pungently smoky around a campfire. Encompassed in its crackling hospitality, we chatted until after midnight.

Lower Calf Creek Falls
Although some family members were already on their way down from Lower Calf Creek Falls as others were heading up, with the help of some freshly-pulled taffy all were convinced to assemble at the falls for a group photo.

The next morning, we headed off on the 5.5-mile trek to Lower Calf Creek Falls, one of Escalante’s most popular paths. Our group spread out quickly between teenagers trying to impress each other with speed and younger children not being entirely convinced they wanted to move. Jason and I stayed with the slower faction and kept the kids distracted through entertaining readings and dramatizations at each of the trail’s 14 interpretive stops. It was an enjoyable ramble with plenty of meaningful conversations, merriment, and views of marvelous wilderness.

an assured escapee
The kids were eager for some cousin time. Many games of Fugitive were played around the yurts, even after dark.

We spent the evening hanging around the yurts and carrying out an epic Easter egg hunt covering a significant portion of the yurt’s 20 acres. Usually, our Easter hunts are impressive only in terms of the number of items hidden. Obviously, this one’s ambitiousness extended to terrain complexity and size.

scanning for stashes
When you have access to 20 acres and plenty of crannies, choosing where to stash goodies becomes difficult in a different way.

On our return journey, we made lots of stops. The first was to see the Freemont granaries along the Escalante River and hike to the 100 Hands Pictograph. This short, and somewhat-adventurous, trek has lots of points of interest that kept the kids attentive. I’ve heard rumors that it was the favorite outing of the weekend for many.

swings and things
The grounds at Escalante Yurts are well-appointed with everything needed for a memorable stay.
Pushy brothers!
This is what happens when you let your brother give you a push.

Next, we snacked and refreshed ourselves at Kiva Koffeehouse amidst gorgeous views and agreeable sunshine. Then, at Anasazi State Park, the kids and once-upon-a-time kids explored replica dwellings and viewed artifacts dating back to 1050. The last stop on our way home was Hell’s Backbone Grill, an appetizing diversion. The Jenchiladas were just as scrumptious as I remembered them.

searching for 100 hands
The trail to the 100 Hands Pictograph is short and packed with rock art.

This weekend excursion was basically a reunion sponsored by the Sabins. I wish my entire family could have come, but it was still awesome to have a significant portion present. We got to witness Ryan’s performing skills, sample Andrew’s chili, watch the kids excavate muddy stumps in search of golden eggs, eat anchovies like the aliens on V, and laugh about childhood mishaps. It reminded me that my brother has a superb sense of humor, my sister an infinite reserve of kindness, and that countless connections bind us to each other. Happy birthday everyone!

Christmas: Epitome or Excrement?

No holiday elicits polarized feelings like Christmas. To some, it is the epitome of what a holiday should be. To others, it is a piece of crap wrapped in pine-scented wrapping paper. I find it amusing, genial, and nostalgic when handled appropriately. This year, it fell mostly into the non-poo category for Jason and me.

crunch in the mouth
We ordered this giant croquembouche from our favorite bakery. We struggled to eat all 60+ creampuffs but mostly succeeded.

I remember those unencumbered days when I’d have Christmas presents wrapped for Jason before Thanksgiving; I didn’t want the tree to be up for a moment without gifts underneath it. I’ve remedied that issue in recent years by not erecting our tree until embarrassingly late. Now, when I don’t wrap any presents until right before Christmas, no one is the wiser… except the whole world since I just tattled on myself.

a Christmas candid
I don’t think our family members adequately appreciate the perks of having a photographer among them.

Don’t let the lateness of my presenting mislead you though, I don’t believe in just throwing random present at people. I generally put thought and time into what I give. Amongst my gift projects this Christmas, I made a nerdy tree skirt for my sister-in-law even though Jason technically had her name. I also went through hundreds of pages of archived Nintendo Power Magazine searching for the article that featured Jason and his grandma years ago. This proved futile as he was never actually highlighted in this publication. The myths that become part of our childhood memories are many. Don’t revisit yours with the realities of adulthood or you will only be disappointed.

dessert edifices
We made gingerbread structures with my sister’s family on Christmas Eve.

Jason did not fail Father Christmas with his gifting. For me, he tied seven handwritten poems to seven presents with connected themes and recited these rhymes as I opened the gifts. He read me everything from Lord Byron to Data’s “Ode to Spot” and even an original composition. I think I’ll keep that boy.

a peace of the puzzle
This puzzle occupied the kids while the adults unwrapped in peace.
for trees with taste
I customized this tree skirt to fit my sister-in-law’s fan tastes.

For all the nieces and nephews on my side, we created a puzzle collage highlighting the outing options they could choose between as their present from us. They had to put together this 252-piece puzzle before we would discuss any plans with them. It proved, as expected, the perfect undertaking to keep them busy and focused while the adults unwrapped gifts from each other. They picked the Labyrinth for their activity, and we challenged ourselves in its corridors a week later.

I love you!
I gave Jason gifts of love in all five languages.

The Labyrinth wasn’t our only family-fed excursion in the days following Christmas. We took one nephew to the Museum of Ancient Life and played laser tag at Boondocks with a couple others. These happenings were made easier by our lack of regular obligations. Over the holidays, Jason and I didn’t work for more than a week. What was not made easier by our lack of obligations was our sleep schedule. We quickly started staying up between 2:00 and 4:30 AM every night. My body managed this sleep shift until the last couple days of it… and then it went batty. My eyeballs hurt for a week. That’s what you get Rachel for making bad slumber choices.

presenting poems
Jason’s present poems were touching. I laughed a lot and cried a little.

Christmas, you may be misunderstood and overstated, but you are definitely not a piece of dung decked in lights and topped with a candy cane.

My Planning Pandemonium

I am a bit of a planner. No gasps of surprise? That’s why I am somewhat reluctant to relay the details of our Christmas party last December. It was not up to Rachel standards thanks to circumstances beyond our control, within our control, and out of control.

a sugary stem
This woody cake was elegant and appetizing.

Prep began for our shindig in a typical fashion. I created invites. Jason reserved a venue. I sent invites out. Jason ordered catering. I bought a new photography background for juvenile yet jolly shots. We purchased gifts of the white and grey elephant variety. All seemed to be proceeding according to plan.

hair-brained but not hair-faced
The boys didn’t grow ugly mustaches to match their ugly attire this year; I really tried though.

Then, a family event we couldn’t miss got moved to the afternoon of our party… and I decided at the last minute to give all attendees handwritten personalized notes of appreciation. I strongly believe you should never leave those in your life in doubt of their meaningful impact; it’s part of my live-without-regrets philosophy. Though it would seem I’m now regretting my incorrect assumption about the time it would take to create these notes. Putting pen to paper isn’t a cursory task- few of us would know anything about that these days.

Between our unexpected familial obligations and my verbose cards, we were ten minutes late to our own party and had to have guests help us cart in food and other supplies. That’s small compensation for a free meal though, right? We dined on Greek cuisine and French pastries. Merry Mediterranean!

puerile posing
The preposterous often appears in our party pictures.

Per tradition, I took Christmas candids of any attendees that wanted them. The process took much longer than it should have. I guess guests were too excited about immortalizing all of their holiday hideousness.

nonsensicality beyond the knitted
Ridiculousness doesn’t have to stop at sweaters.

The venue we rented this time closed an hour earlier than our usual location. With our late start and the lengthiness of the photo snapping, we ran out of time to do the white elephants in a slow, chaotic fashion, the way they are meant to be experienced. Sorry friends.

To the nonplanners of the world, this tale of woe may seem like nothing more than daily life. To me, it represents an appalling squandering of my flair for organizing. Yes, it was our sloppiest and most rushed Christmas party yet. Spending time with friends and unwinding cheekily amidst the hectic holiday season were nonetheless refreshing.