This post is about a family yurt trip we did February 2024 to the Spruce Hole yurt at the NM/CO border, though I’m very late in posting this (eight months late). This was a very difficult trip. We’ve been to this yurt two (three?) times before, and it’s only a
I found a tantalizing icon on a map of the Jemez Mountains with the label “Ice Cave,” so we recently made a winter adventure out of reaching it. It’s been quite dry so far this winter, but the Jemez gets more snow that here in town so we went with
It was great to get out of town and enjoy the limited snowfall so far this year. The snowshoe to the yurt is a little over 2 miles. On the way in, there was maybe a foot of snow total, quite old and crusty. Fortunately, for us, a storm moved
We got our permit and wandered the National Forest again last weekend to find ourselves a Christmas tree from the woods. I have already written about the tradition in another post, so I won’t repeat all of the background info (be sure to visit that post for the Chevy Chase
The whole family visited the Spruce Hole Yurt this past March (2019), achieving a milestone that I have been looking forward to since we first had kids. Getting there as a family is doable. Spruce Hole yurt is located north of Chama, NM just over the border into Colorado. It’s
It’s a tradition now – mark your calendar! The weekend after New Year’s, we all bring our dead, dry trees up to a spot in the National Forest, just off the road, halfway up to the Pajarito ski area. The location might vary just a bit (closer or farther up
Where we live, one can buy a permit to wander the national forest and cut down your own Christmas tree. Anybody remember Chevy Chase’s Christmas Vacation? Yeah, that’s totally us. I think about that Christmas tree scene in the movie every year (I put the youtube clip at the end
Quick trip the NF off the road to the ski hill with just the older two.
(written 1/17/22 about a trip 12/30/17) Did I already use this as the title for a blog post? Well, even if so, it bears repeating. Once upon a time I lived in Crested Butte, teaching high school at a a private boarding school for competitive skiers and snowboarders. The teaching
