Rachel’s Ten

I, The Mastermind, recently led the unachievable. Due to my ability to organize huge and seemingly impossible undertakings out of chaos, I directed a breakout of legendary proportions. Here’s how I Eskaped with nine of my buddies.

The Mission

Trapped inside a vintage 31-foot Airstream trailer, my prudently-selected team had 45 minutes to crack puzzles, poke props, and analytically unravel a series of clues to access the key to our release.

I played around with a number of the items in the trailer and did a few useful things.
I played around with a number of the items in the trailer and did a few useful things.

The Team

Jas: The Escape Artist

Jason played Houdini as a kid with his siblings and broke free every s.i.n.g.l.e. time. During our Airstream undertaking, he was particularly skilled at discovering hidden hints by fiddling with everything.

Cam: The Cognitive Genius

Cam can solve a Rubik’s Cube faster than anyone WITHOUT removing the stickers. We ended up using both his mental and lung capacities since he took it upon himself to provide the pedaling power for some of our operations.

Fran: The Illusionist

Fran can hide massive green pipes from everyone’s eyes! You aren’t seeing those pipes right now are you? Yup, magic. She was responsible for unsealing some of the trailer’s most hush-hush compartments.

These three got to the bottom of the books' enigmas.
These three got to the bottom of the books’ enigmas.

Drew: The Pontificating Instigator

Drew is willing to discuss and dissect any situation or problem. He’ll happily scrutinize your issues for you anytime. He spent most of his 45 minutes deciphering a series of codes found within a set of books.

Simone: The Collaborator

Simone has the ability to transform the nonsensical into the sensical. After all, somehow she makes sense of Drew. She too was instrumental in the book decrypting.

Jim: The Wizard

… has a beard… must be a wizard and wise… Jim figured out some brain teasers that were perplexing the rest of us. Thanks Wizard.

Cindy: The Competitor

Cindy is willing to conquer any challenge. Oh, and she can leap buildings on a snowmobile. We knew her daring nature would come in handy. She bounded right into cracking some tough conundrums.

Rachel's Ten proved to be a successful collaboration.
Rachel’s Ten proved to be a successful collaboration.

Jeremy: The Memory Master

Jeremy can remember every rule to every board game and sometimes other stuff too. He did recall a few helpful things during our stay inside the Airstream.

Rebecca: The Wrangler

Rebecca has the ability to make The Memory Master focused and useful. She also proved valuable in the book decoding department.

Thanks to my wisely-selected band of solvers, we retrieved the key to our freedom in the nick of time. With less than a minute left on the clock, we breathed in the sweet whiffs of success… and fries. Thanks Jason for the puzzling gift!

*Jason co-wrote this post and, therefore, deserves recognition (or disdain) for such.

Going Viking

Although Jason and I had dined at a yurt recently, (How many people can say that?) we ended up doing so again last month. When our friend Jeremy and his fiancé invited us to check out The Viking Yurt at Park City Mountain Resort with them, we said ja.

As it turns out, besides its round shape and mountainous setting, The Viking Yurt shares little in common with Solitude’s primitive Mongolian version. The Viking Yurt is posh, fully heated, pumping with electricity, and even has a grand piano somehow sandwiched in its innards. It may be remote but rustic it is not.

The Viking Yurt is 1,800 feet above the base of Park City Mountain Resort.
The Viking Yurt is 1,800 feet above the base of Park City Mountain Resort.

To get to The Viking Yurt, you hop on a massive sleigh pulled by a snow cat. It dashes you up 1,800 vertical feet, which takes about 25 minutes. At 8,700 feet, you find a warm mug of glogg, a spiced berry drink, awaiting you inside a surprisingly inviting shelter.

My many Viking ancestors were "peaceful traders" according to my mom.
My many Viking ancestors were “peaceful traders” according to my mom.

You are then served a six-course dinner with Scandinavian flair that begins with butternut squash soup and smoked trout salad. Next, to cleanse your palate, you’re given a scoop of sorbet stuffed in a rock from Norway. (My stone came from Goxdeglicindovajavinojaslovan.) The main dish, braised short ribs and Jarlsberg potatoes, follows. A cheese course, which features a variety of unusual fermented and pickled products, comes next, presented on aspen slabs. Then, a warm pear strudel with lingonberry ice cream crams itself into your already occupied stomach. Yummy!

The helmet, the mug, the look, the man... it all fits doesn't it?
The helmet, the mug, the look, the man… it all fits doesn’t it?

After all that eating, you jump into the sleigh again and it drags your heavy butt back down the slopes. The particular night we went the moon was full so we were expecting a spectacular return ride but clouds came between us and that lunatic dream.

The Viking Yurt seemed particularly luxurious considering its isolated location.
The Viking Yurt seemed particularly luxurious considering its isolated location.

So which of the two yurts was my favorite? Would I rather be conquered by a Viking or a Khan? That’s a hard call because Vikings have those cool hats and Khans have… those cool hats. Really, the two experiences were dramatically different but we loved both of them. The food at Solitude was a little better and it was cool to watch it being prepared. Plus, it was refreshing to completely unplug from modern disruptions. However, if you want to be pampered at 8,700 feet, then The Viking Yurt may be your kind of hut dining. You can’t go wrong either way… unless you don’t like eating amazing food in unique settings. If that’s the case, you best stick to gobbling P&J in your PJs.

Tasteful

As everyone knows, I have a refined palate. That palate gets invited to very exclusive events due to its uncommon level of refinement. Below is my account of one such occasion.

We sucked pricey vinegar out of the hollows of our hands.
We sucked pricey vinegar out of the hollows of our hands.

Taste is a tasting boutique in Provo. We went there recently with six of Jason’s work friends to… taste. Our experience started out with nine different types of high-end chocolate. Chocolate tasting is nothing new to me; I am a food scientist with a refined palate. Nonetheless, I will never object to putting chocolate in my mouth and describing its organoleptic properties with sizable words that highlight my palate’s extraordinary refinement.

Most of us looked quite refined, with a few confused exceptions.
Most of us looked quite refined, with a few confused exceptions.
Ben was flabbergasted by my palate's refinement.
Ben was flabbergasted by my palate’s refinement.

We next moved on to several types of fine vinegar, olive oil, and cheese. These provided more opportunities for me to say things like “umami” and “herbaceous” while everyone gasped in astonishment at my palate’s refinement.

My palate did not shrink from its refinement responsibilities.
My palate did not shrink from its refinement responsibilities.

The coordinator for our tasting was very enthusiastic but he wasn’t always accurate. Being a food scientist with a refined palate, I know. Still, my palate got to parade its refinement like a jeweled monocle and I got to rub chocolate until it melted in my arms and gave away all its secrets. Tastefulness accomplished.