Most of the day was spent packing and cleaning up the yurt.

Amazing how much crap you bring into the yurt on your shoes.

Everyone was seemingly more quiet. Was there time for a morning ski? or do we pack to get out and back to our real lives.

I was just becoming used to the life we had together.  A rhythm exists, be it primordial in nature, that a simpler life can be had here.
 

We started mid-day for the ski trip out.  It was only about a one and a half hour ski out.  Mostly downhill.  What a treat to glide.  The sled was lighter now and rather fun to pull.

Nothing really eventful on the way out - mostly comments from everyone about how great the weather, skiing and company was.
 

For me the highlights were well very simple - I WAS THERE!
 

HIGHLIGHTS: 
Bathroom (with paper) in MacDonalds, Evanston WY.