They said it was going to snow. It was going to snow on Saturday, on Saturday night, on Sunday, on Sunday night. Nobody felt much like camping. Of course, this is Escalante, so, in the event, it was sunny, sunny, sunny, and sunny. It was, on the other hand, quite cold. Cold enough that we welcomed a fire in the woodstove and a roof over our heads.On Saturday morning we took a short walk in the Lower Box with Kelly and Martin. When we got back for lunch, Tom and Margy were in the neighborhood, so we fed them all some spaghetti sandwiches. Then I sent the five of them to Horse Canyon while Ellen and I had a nap.
Tom and Margy brought the fruit and wine for dinner and we sent Martin for the brats. Afterwards, Kelly brought out the Knights-of-the-Universe-World-Warlord-Domination board game. She and Martin let me win so that I wouldn't regret staying awake until nine pm.
In the morning, we all went down to Phipps Wash. It was probably snowing a little on Boulder Mountain, but it was bluebird on the Monument and there wasn't even any wind. It was a perfect morning for wandering around on the slickrock. We left Valerie and Ellen after a while and the five of us made a quick run down to the final dryfall above Phipps Wash proper. Tom's two fake legs (as Kelly calls them) were tired by then so just the four of us scrambled to the bottom. It is a beautiful spot and I always enjoy the trip down there.
At lunch, the seven of us killed a large pot of Valerie's chili . . . and then we sent everyone home . . . just in time for another nap.
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Nice photos Drew. I can't wait for the day when Bryce is old enough to go a hike that doesn't require us to carry him the majority of the time.
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