Ever Wanted to feel like a Transformer?

Try Snowshoeing.

See - Husband and I spent part of the week in Wyoming.

And by part of the week I mean about a whole of twenty minutes.

We went to stay with some friends in this secluded apparantly-somewhere-near-the-north-eastern-missing-chunk-of-Utah cabin. To get there, we had to drive past the "Welcome to Wyoming" sign, through Evanston, and then again past the "Welcome to Utah" sign.

What did we do there?

Well - it was GORGEOUS, first of all. Make no mistake about it. And we got there around six pm, ate delicious food, and then went on a  night-time snowshoeing escapade down a big hill and through a ravine.  

As for the landscape? I haven't seen a sky so clear since I was in Maine last summer. I'm talking milky-way here, people.  

As for the snowshoeing? It was a little awkward, but there's something about having ginormous sheets of plastic attached to your foot that enables you with a great degree of confidence. And minor knee pain.

And after a long walk, a string of unsuccessful minutes trying to convince Trevor (the friend) that Orion really does exist with a rad horizontal belt, and a bow/shield/what have you, and the long walk back, we went to bed in the attic of the cabin in the pitch black, quiet wilderness.

In the morning, we made a stupendous breakfast consisting of eggs, pancakes, hash browns, Sunny D and sausage.

We then left for a three hour showshoeing escapade where we:

forged trails

admired typefaces

discovered a "yurt"(a circular tent of felt or skins on a collapsible framework, used by nomads in Mongolia, Siberia, and Turkey - but we weren't in Mongolia, Sibera or Turkey. Just "Wyoming.")

destroyed snowmen (they were melting and needed to be put out of their misery!)

and saw beeeeeaaauitful views

Ahhhh - to stay in "Wyoming." It comes highly recommended.