Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
. . . . . . . . .. . . . . But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
We made the fanciest meals ever, even had pancakes and bacon and fruit kebabs and rosti-style potatoes for breakfast. And then after we broke camp we all went to String Lake in Grand Teton National Park for a swim, and then to Jackson Hole for Thai food! It was fun.
I missed last weekend's camping trip though, because I was having cramps and couldn't imagine fording a river and dragging a huge pack 5 miles into the backcountry. So I went to Shoshone and Lewis lakes for a long, leisurely hike instead. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?! I tried to throw my backpack across a river before jumping over myself. The pack cleared the river alright, landed on the opposite bank and happily rolled into a hidden pool on that side. My camera enjoyed a ten-second dip in the cool waters of Lewis Channel. I'm still trying to dry it out =( I hope it'll be okay *wail*. But the trip was fun, and the lakes were beauuu-teee-fuuulll, especially at sunset.
As usual, there was alot of drinking around the campfire, and after a while Corey, Frankie, Duga and Shannon discovered they could all balance beer cans on their heads and they absolutely needed to take pictures as proof of their rare talent. I love these people. In the past, at most campfires, everyone gets so happy-nonsensical-drunk it's kind of lonely to be the only sober person around, but luckily for me, Noah doesn't drink, and most people I have campfire-d with so far remain able to hold decent conversations. Yay!
And I have also finally understood the importance of a campfire: it occupies you. You can always go look for firewood, feed twigs to the fire, poke at it, or just watch the dancing flames. Without a campfire, we were like, "Er... now what?". So.... we decided we should squeeze into Noah's tent to watch Kill Bill on his PSP. Haha. Unglam, uncool and un-gungho. We are the first people I know who watch movies when camping. Backcountry camping, at that.
But this atypical camping experience was followed the next day by a super backcountry camping trip at Ribbon Lake, which is reached by a hike along the Yellowstone Canyon rim. This time it was with Qiuqun, Liyan and the two funny Serbian guys Milan and Mario. The hike was beautiful, the campsite was on the edge of the lake, campfire was allowed, we cooked sausages and smores and alot of weird stuff like tofu on it, and basically just had alot of fun. It was awesome! Unfortunately I left my camera in the car, so no pictures folks, till I get them from Qiuqun =)
Oh on the same day, the four of them wanted to climb Mt Washburn, and since I've already done it and was feeling lazy, I sat on a grassy hillside in the lee of the wind reading "Memories of my melancholy whores" while waiting. It was a beautiful day, there were wildflowers everywhere, and whenever I lifted my eyes from my book I rested them on the soothing greens and blues of the landscape:
Yes this is my room =)
Supposedly you have to pick a full head of dandelions, make a wish, and then blow hard on it; if all the seeds scatter within in breath, your wish will come true =)