

We took the kids and headed for Eastern Washington. Through Wenatchee, to Eniat, and back up into the hills. We had a lot of fun playing in thier snow. The days were super warm (38-40), but the night inside the yurt was super cold (34 or 35- with a fire in the stove). But what can you expect when you are sleeping in a glorified shopping bag?




We made an igloo while we were there. I got inside and built from the inside and my honey built from the outside. I packed snow into all the crevices until there were no more cracks, while
the family did the same from the outside. Only we didn't cut the door until VERY LAST. I remembered this story by Edgar Allan Poe while I was waiting for Honey to cut me an exit. A little Morbid, I guess, but it was rather small in the space I chose to wall myself into. We had a great time and I can't wait to go back when it is hotter than the blazes for a good swim in the tiny river.


2 comments:
Maybe you should have tried sleeping in the igloo!
ack! this looks like so much fun!!!
what a great family adventure.
-steph
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