The cabin

We drove up to Alta today, stopping at Awful Annie's on the way up.

This was a Zoe-cabin reacquainting mission, so I left the saw at home for once. I was totally worn out from the week (I've been spending a lot more time in the lab recently) and I dozed off while Chloe and Zoe headed up to the country store for ice cream. Somehow I forgot that my iphone was sitting on my lap, and it sailed off the loft when I woke up. Miraculously, there was a mattress at the base of the ladder, which the iphone landed on, and subsequently took a slight bounce before coming to a clattering halt on the wood floor. Those iphones are like cats, I tells ya!

Anyway, we walked down to the Bear river to see if little ZZN wouldn't mind the cold water of Smart's Crossing


However, she didn't much enjoy having her sensitive toes chilled by the water. I tried several times to build up enough courage to jump into the water, but just couldn't handle it; it really feels as cold as glacial runoff to me. It's possible I have gotten soft in my old age, but it seemed colder even than the river that runs through La Berarde, which is within sight of the glaciers. Next came the slog up the hill and back to the cabin, where we grilled dinner. At this point we were blissfully ignorant of the relatively sleepless night we were about to endure. Things learned during the night:
1)Zoe hates the pack and play portable crib.
2)Zoe hates the sound of the trains come up out of the sacto valley

As a result, none of really got much sleep.