Snow Camping

A few weeks ago I had my first, and quite possibly my last, experience snow camping. We went to an area in Emery County and found ourselves a beautiful, secluded spot surrounded by beautiful cliffs and red-rock formations. We hiked some incredible slot canyons and took a moonlit night exploration through the crevices by our campsite. The trip was rounded out with tin-foil dinners, temperatures in the single digits, a coyote spotting, and a visit with my grandma and Madge. I also learned the positive power of the Barton name in Emery County :). It was certainly cold, but Eks did his best to make sure I was as comfortable as possible and gave me the nice tent, all the sleeping pads and blankets, and had a fire ready for me when I got up in the morning. In the end it was another great adventure and I can check snow camping off my list (not that it was there in the first place :).

The beautiful backdrop of our site.


Me at the slot canyons.


Mountainman Eks building us a fire with his hatchet.


Me totally bundled up. I could hardly move.