Alta

We headed up for the first time in a looooong time to Alta. The last time Christa and Tom were up here, we bagged on an Alta trip, but we were determined to make it this time. I took Friday off, and we headed out fairly early from Oakland. We stopped at Awful Annie's on the way up for some cholesterol and to feed ZZN. We were happy to find the cabin unmolested by the local mouth breathers, but in need of a little sweeping. The tub drain had been left closed by the last users (ahem!), and had filled up with mucky water and a lot of spider corpses.

Happily though, the hot water heater had not exploded from all the freeze thaw cycles and we were all (well, not Zoe) able to take baths. We had ample fuel from a large oak that had fallen over since our last visit:


For her part, Zoe was very well behaved and happily napped on the crash pad during the day


I got to work bucking parts of the fallen tree and milling a few chunks for cutting boards:



And then showed Tom around the property, while the ladies headed into town for refreshments



It rained throughout the night, unfortunately, so we decided to get an early start the next day, stopping again at awful annies on the way down the hill. Zoe had taken this opportunity to produce one of her patented "Pant soaker" diaper escaping poops ("Hey, why is her onesie wet?")