Sunday, March 6, 2011
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Green Canyon Yurt called our names, and Jake and I skinned up to it late lazy Friday night. After sliding around a slippery street Logan, we almost made it to the mouth of the canyon before getting Jake's Accord stuck. The skin was long, we talked about science and aid to global south countries. Paul and James had made a fire in the stove when we got there, and James gave me a whole ball of caramel popcorn. We slept in, couldn't finish our huge pancakes, and avoided the avalanche-risky ridges. I went home and slept all afternoon.