Returning to past trauma definitions...I wonder if trauma could be considered sleeping in in a three man tent with a friend next to me that is comfortably snoring the night away while my extremities continue to lose any sensation due to the ever increasing freezing sensation and the steady drop in temperature. If it is trauma, then I'm a survivor.
I went camping over the weekend with my neighbor in the Oquirrh mountains in Ophir Canyon. Ophir is a quaint town, remnant of a past mining boom in the late 1800's. It's a beautiful canyon with a population of...well, I'm not sure it's been established.
We got there late on Friday night. While I pitched the tent on the snow my neighbor built a warm fire. We enjoyed tinfoil dinners as we huddled over the dying embers. Upon retiring to our tent, he was snoring within 15 minutes. I made the grave mistake in bringing a cot, thinking I might be comfortable. To my dismay, it was my undoing. The cold air circulated underneath me all night. I slept maybe an hour. Upon reaching the hour of 5:20 a.m. I finally woke up my slumbering friend and told him of my predicament. His first comment, to my utter surprise was, "Dude, we're not spooning." We then got into his Tahoe and stayed there for the next two hours warming up with the car heater and seat heaters (a must for a car I think). After getting another hour of sleep or so we made breakfast, broke camp, and took off for a hiking adventure. We hiked a little under two miles, yet climbed 600-700 feet in elevation. The sights were breathtaking, and so was the exercise. All in all, it was a good weekend getaway. For pictures and more comments of the excursion, click on this link. It will take you to Jason Hall's blog. http://halls.lug-nut.com/gallery/jayce/Camping/Oquirrh-2-07/
