Friday night John and I met up with Cord at the Frog Lake snow park parking area. It was getting late and light was fading in a hurry. Between the lack of light and snow it was hard to see much of anything. We eventually found a clearing and got setup. After a short lived fire and some dinner, we crawled into our hammocks and called it a night.
Friday nights low was 27 degrees
In the morning (after the best night sleep I have ever had in a hammock) I woke up to a Large WOOSH sound and the snow sliding from my tarp. I notice I had a nice dusting of snow over top of me. I stuck my head out to see John standing outside of his tarp. Apparently the tree above him dropped a nice amount of snow and his mason line ridge line was not up to the task and snapped. After checking everything out and that everyone was ok we half tore down camp and made breakfast under my tarp. Then packed up and headed back to the car to drop some un-needed gear and snowshoe around to explore the area.
After exploring and finding a very cool area we packed up and headed to Barlow Snow Park (after stopping for coffee) to explore other options for the area. After snowshoing around we figured out that the deeper in we went the more dead trees seamed to be around and decided to just setup camp closer to the cars for the last night. We were probably ranged from 100-160 feet from the road. (bad idea)
Later that night after a while of nurseing a fire to life we got introduced to the giant snowblower that moves the snow creating large parking areas. Well we saw it coming our way and we scattered behind trees! Cord’s and John’s tarps got dusted, but luckily the trees broke it up enough that there wasnt any damage.. My Gargoyle tarp (the furthest away from the road) wasnt so lucky. There was a nice narrow path that the bulk of snow just shot through and hit it directly, the ridge line tie out loop just wasnt up to the task and tore out a small section of tarp with it.. After checking over everything we rigged my tarp up and made it work just fine
(lots of tie out loops are good) un-buried everything that the machine covered up and noticed that the “fire” was white and dead.
After a short chat time and some drinks, we all headed to our hammocks and called it a night. Saturday nights low was 22 degrees Sunday morning we tore down and headed home. All in all it was a fun adventure, no real harm alot of fun