You might recall my post from last year's trip.
We drove 6 hours to get there. The snow only starting to show itself at the very final moments. We waited with anticipation.
We took a ridiculous crack at driving all the way up to the cabin through the freshly fallen snow (so lazy). But after a couple failed attempts, we resolved to backpack it in. The sun was setting and we were sweating our way all the way up to that house with thoughts of wine and dinner dancing through our heads. It was a trek, but all 9 humans made it, and 2 pups!
Nous arrivons! Slightly more rundown this year, but just as lovely as ever. Behold, our home for the next 4 days.
Our libations (and that doesn't include the beer we buried in the snow). One has to be prepared!
This is the little cluster of cabins that make up the Fremont Power Station's housing. I've never seen inside the others. We had a couple come up on our last night there who took over the cabin on the left. They weren't too thrilled when we proceeded to sled right next to their window, hooting and hollering the whole time. It had been so long since I last took a sled barreling down a hill. I felt like a kid again!
During the days, we would set out on snowshoeing adventures. We'd hike up a hill and slide down into the valley. Then up again. Then down again.
With puppies in tow and pockets full of snacks, we were unstoppable. The weather was quite cooperative, breaking between snow showers and rays of sunshine.
We found an abandoned one roomed cabin buried in the woods. It was such a beautiful and lonely sight. I wanted to know everything about it. Who had once lived there? Why did they leave? I wanted to hear tales of pioneers and their hardships. And how on earth did anyone ever find this place on it's steep steep slope with seemingly no roads for miles?
Because Granite was an old mining town, there are still mineral deposits that run through some of the creeks. I couldn't resist taking a picture of this, the contrast was so lovely. Someday I want to go back here in the Summer and explore some of the mines. I love that kind of stuff.
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We drove 6 hours to get there. The snow only starting to show itself at the very final moments. We waited with anticipation.
We took a ridiculous crack at driving all the way up to the cabin through the freshly fallen snow (so lazy). But after a couple failed attempts, we resolved to backpack it in. The sun was setting and we were sweating our way all the way up to that house with thoughts of wine and dinner dancing through our heads. It was a trek, but all 9 humans made it, and 2 pups!
Nous arrivons! Slightly more rundown this year, but just as lovely as ever. Behold, our home for the next 4 days.
Our libations (and that doesn't include the beer we buried in the snow). One has to be prepared!
This is the little cluster of cabins that make up the Fremont Power Station's housing. I've never seen inside the others. We had a couple come up on our last night there who took over the cabin on the left. They weren't too thrilled when we proceeded to sled right next to their window, hooting and hollering the whole time. It had been so long since I last took a sled barreling down a hill. I felt like a kid again!
The Fremont Powerhouse looms in the distance. It's a beautiful building, but can be somewhat eerie in the night (and our outhouse sits right behind it).
During the days, we would set out on snowshoeing adventures. We'd hike up a hill and slide down into the valley. Then up again. Then down again.
With puppies in tow and pockets full of snacks, we were unstoppable. The weather was quite cooperative, breaking between snow showers and rays of sunshine.
We found an abandoned one roomed cabin buried in the woods. It was such a beautiful and lonely sight. I wanted to know everything about it. Who had once lived there? Why did they leave? I wanted to hear tales of pioneers and their hardships. And how on earth did anyone ever find this place on it's steep steep slope with seemingly no roads for miles?
Our vessels to adventure. I love snowshoes. Seriously, I'm not much of a skier, but snowshoes give me the ability to get out there and have some Winter fun without feeling like I'm going to break my neck. Although....I did hear a few terrifying tales and instructions on what to do in an avalanche. Yikes!
Because Granite was an old mining town, there are still mineral deposits that run through some of the creeks. I couldn't resist taking a picture of this, the contrast was so lovely. Someday I want to go back here in the Summer and explore some of the mines. I love that kind of stuff.
It was such a wonderful weekend. Some of the most beautiful scenery. Good friends and real human interaction. Hard work paired with much needed relaxation. I'm already looking forward to next year's trip.
I was inspired to do a couple of drawings from our travels.
This is the kind of scenery you'll see when you're driving up I-84 through the Gorge. High cliff walls, green pastures and wind turbines. I have a real soft spot in my heart for it because we used to drive it all the time when I was a kid. My aunt and uncle have a farm out here and we paid them many visits. The big difference now are the turbines that dot the landscape. I'm a fan (get it?!).
If you like this piece, you can find it here.
This painting has a little more of a story behind it. The Fremont Caretaker's Cabin had a guest book with just one entry. It was by a little girl who had only the most delightful things to say about her stay. It was quite cute, actually, until the end where she wrote "watch out for the hands, they come out at night." Ummm, what?! So naturally, we proceeded to joke about "the hands" for the rest of the weekend. But I was actually a little bit creeped out. I'm glad I didn't get snatched in the night!
If you like this piece, you can find it here.
Last but not least, I'm having a sale in my etsy shop! Pop on over to get 15% off if you enter the code YAYFRIENDS! Sale will end Sunday night at midnight. Happy shopping!
All photos were taken with Instagram.
In celebration of all this friend love, I'll leave you with a nice song:
Hospitality--Friends of Friends
