Surprisingly, I have come to find out that not many people know what a Yurt is. Let me be the first to introduce you and give you a tour. Reader, meet Yurt....

...a tentlike dwelling of the Mongol and Turkic peoples of central Asia, consisting of a cylindrical wall of poles in a lattice arrangement with a conical roof of poles, both covered by felt or skins.
Wythia Yurt at Harriman State Park in Idaho. Complete with a picnic table and fire pit.

The Yurt comes with many nice accommodations, such as a stove, a bunk bed, and a table....

...As well as another bunk bed, lantern, and firewood for the indoor wood burning stove (not pictured - to the right of firewood) and the fire pit outside. Also, not pictured, is a circular sky light in the middle of the yurt's roof, which provided light during day and a beautiful view of the stars during the night.

And then there was the gang that had the opportunity to inhabit this Yurt.
Left to Right: Me, Alicia (my roommate), Angela, and Kristy (Angela's mom)
Not pictured: Betsy (Angela's roommate).
The above five mentioned took the weekend of August 6th to ditch city life and all its flare to escape into the mountains and enjoy a wonderful, peaceful, yet adventurous vacation. It was exactly that. Not to mention, perfect.
We arrived at the Yurt a couple hours before nightfall on Friday, giving us just enough time to get settled into the Yurt, start a fire (busting a coal style, of course), and get dinner underway. Everybody pitched in and we had our bellies full from a delicious dinner of shish-kabobs and a divine dessert of fresh fruit chocolate torte. The stars came out to provide added beauty and awe to the surrounding mountain scene lite by the glow of our campfire. We enjoyed one another's company until the thought of bears coming into our campsite from the smell of the left over food began our nightly cleanup ritual before hunkering down for the night.
We took full advantage of being up in the mountains with the limited time we had. After a hearty breakfast on Saturday morning we set out on a hike at Mesa Falls. Mesa Falls consists of two falls (an upper falls and a lower falls). The upper falls has a boardwalk which takes you up close and personal to the top of the waterfall. On the other hand, the lower fall's view point is a couple hundred feet up the steep canyon wall. You don't get much of a feel for how awesome this falls is when you're that far away. A year ago my friend, Carrie, and I sought to get up close and personal with the lower falls. We did just that...and more! (My facebook profile picture is of me enjoying the mist of the lower falls). We not only got in touching distance of the lower falls, but we hiked up the river to the upper falls where we were able to get incredibly close to the bottom of the upper waterfall. (
Click here to check out that experience).
It's a funny thing how time erases the difficulties of past experiences giving one renewed confidence in their ability to experience something over again. This was the case with me when I was telling the group about how awesome the hike was from the lower falls to the upper falls and that it is a hike you will never forget because of how personal you get with many elements of nature. I failed to remember just exactly how personal it becomes....

(Meet Betsy, in the white shirt, the fifth member of our group).
After climbing down a rock wall we had to slide on our rear ends down the steep embankment to avoid loosing our footing which would send us right off the edge of a 50ft cliff and into the raging river below. Once it was safe to stand we scooted along a thin trail where, once passed, we had to again scramble down another hill which ended at the top of the lower falls. Kristy's expression on her face clearly depicts the fear and questioned sanity of this hike. It was only the beginning.

But of course once we made it to the top of the lower falls, a sigh of relief was breathed by everyone, and the thought, "That wasn't so bad..." was mutual among us. We enjoyed the breath-taking views and the cool spray of the water, but we were quickly on our way again towards the upper falls, which would prove to be a lot more difficult than I remembered it being a year ago.

The distance between the lower and upper falls is a mixture between overgrown game trails and stretches of lava rock. More lava rock than game trails. A lot more! (than I remembered). This added to the difficulty of the hike as well as the pace due to the instability that the rocks created. If we weren't trying to find balance as we scrambled over the numerous lava rock fields, we were blazing a trail by bush whacking through ferns, shrubs, wild raspberry bushes, stinging nettle, and ant hills...you name it, we probably went through it. I couldn't be more impressed by the positive attitudes and fortitude that everybody had despite the difficulty. They just kept chugging along, putting all of their trust in me. I must admit, I did/do feel pretty guilty for putting everybody through the ringer on this hike. It was h.a.r.d.

But from the look on everybody's face once we reached the upper falls we were all pretty happy to have made it to our destination and to be on flat, stable ground again. One tourist to Mesa Falls that Kristy made conversation with stated that she didn't know there was a trail from the lower falls to the upper falls. Kristy quickly corrected her by saying that there is one now because we blazed it. I don't know if that hike was worth it to anybody, especially since we weren't able to see the upper falls from below due to time constraints. Everybody was beaten, scratched, sore, stung, and exhausted. We ate a much needed and tasty lunch upon arrival back at the yurt. Then everybody crashed for a greatly needed nap (minus Betsy, who had to leave).

Knowing it would probably be our last and only chance to squeeze in a bike ride before leaving Harriman State Park the next day, Angie and I took off on our bikes to ride along the trail that circled the park's lake which has been dedicated as bird sanctuary. The trail was a really nice and easy single-track lane. There were a couple fallen trees that we had to lift our bikes over and lots of puddles from the late afternoon rain storm that left us dripping with mud; we looked like true mountain bikers. The above picture of the sun setting over the lake is what we ended our bike ride with. As we emerged from the thick forest that surrounds the lake onto the road leading back to our yurt we couldn't help but stop in awe of such a beautiful sight.
The next morning, Sunday, we were pretty sore from our previous day's hike so we had our own professional Yoga instructor provide a short 15-minute Yoga session free of charge. We all looked pretty ridiculous in an attempt to move our stiff, sore bodies into positions that they didn't want to or couldn't go in, but we had a lot of fun laughing at ourselves and each other. We spent the remainder of the morning cleaning and packing up camp.
Harriman State Park isn't that far from many surrounding attractions, one of which is Quake Lake that is located just North of where we were. I had no idea of the importance of Quake Lake or why it was such a desired attraction to go so until shortly before arriving. Kristy gave us an account of her experience with Quake Lake or what was previously known as Madison River Canyon.
Madison River Canyon was a camping hot spot. The canyon was lined with numerous camping areas that were continuously filled. As a kid, Kristy would often camp here with her family; it was their get-a-way place whenever they wanted to go camping. On one occasion they had decided to come up to Madison River Canyon to go camping for the weekend. After getting all packed up and loaded into their vehicle Kristy's father sat in the driver's seat for about ten minutes while his wife kept bugging him to get on the road since they were already late and it would be getting dark by the time they would arrive. Kristy's dad finally said that he didn't have a good feeling about going and would see how he felt in the morning. That night at 11:37pm a 7.5 earthquake hit causing one side of the canyon wall to sweep down the canyon and up the other side killing everybody in it's path. (To read the whole story and its many affects,
click here).

You may need to click on the picture in order to see the drawing of what happened.

This plaque is mounted on a rock weighing 3 tons that surfed on the top of the avalanche from the opposite side of the canyon, resting about halfway up the other side of the canyon from it's original place. Three hundred feet or more below this rock rests the victims (listed above) that were killed in the avalanche. Many others were killed from different after-effects of the earthquake. We visited the visitor's center where we saw pictures of the aftermath of the earthquake, read personal accounts given by the survivor's, and watched an educational video of the event. It was mind boggling and very sobering to learn about this horrific event and have it hit a little close to home knowing that Kristy and her family could have had their names listed on that Memoriam plaque.
On that sobering note, the weekend was nothing less than perfect. It was a much needed trip to the mountains and forest that I have been craving for many, many months. In my perfect world I would spend my life living in the mountains. I am incredibly grateful for the people who willingly agreed to join in on the weekend adventure. It wouldn't have been as fun without them; it made all the difference!