“I know my weakness, know my voice and I’ll believe in grace and choice. And I know perhaps my heart is vast, but I’ll be born without a mask.” -Mumford and Sons, Babel
Since we missed the Jeep club Christmas tree hunt yesterday, we decided to embark on our own today. I was less doped-up thanks to my strong desire to not feel like chemicals are controlling my body. Seriously, I was losing it. I’d rather suffer all the pain than feel constantly drugged.
Nevertheless, I’ll make this another short and sweet one as typing is still a monumental challenge. We went hunting. Decided to head up to Glade Park and toward the Utah border. The roads were, for the most part, plowed and snow-packed. Until we reached the turn-off for the BLM cutting area.
No one had laid tracks on this road since the previous two snow storms, and it was nearly impossible to tell how deep the snow was. So we popped it into 4×4 and made our way blazing the trail.
No worries, it wasn’t too much for our Little Red Jeep. We did hit a hill and it took about 10 tries for us to pack down the trail enough to get up it.
When we finally stopped, parked, got the kids out, I blazed the trail in my Salt Lake 2002 Olympic Band Pants. (yes, they deserve all-caps). Trinity and Connor followed close behind, and Tim would run to catch up, then get distracted and fall behind, then run to catch up….repeat.
The snow was easily up to my knees, and it was impossible to guess what lied beneath it. I had fun pushing through and the kids thought it was awesome we were creating our own trail. I choose routes that took us under little tree tunnels, and down a slippery slickrock face.
We eventually found a cute little tree, sacrificed it to the Christmas Gods and tied it to the top of Little Red. Blazed our way back through the foot-deep snow, and home again.
Just to note- the rock formations out on this road were awesome. Arches, caves, cliffs- all aching to be explored. From the crest where we found our tree the views stretched into Utah, the back-side of the McGinnis canyons, and the stark-white of the Bookcliffs. It was breathtaking.