Camping. Snow Camping.

Looking to make one last hurrah together, before the end of the World on Friday, we researched possible winter road trips and getaways. We sifted through cabins across the state but found nothing worthwhile, and considered, however briefly, taking a road trip down to Durham, NC to see our recently-escaped friend. But in the end, we settled with the tried-and-true Bass Creek Campground, just a little jaunt south of Missoula. 

The campground was closed, but luckily Nate knew of the picnic area accessible through the back (Nate is also very handsome and strong). So we tucked our tent up into the trees and made camp.

Our adventure consisted primarily of keeping warm. We'd never gone snow camping before and realized early into the evening that it was slightly more difficult than anticipated. Despite our troubles with starting a fire, ice-cold fingers and toes, fifteen hours in sleeping bags, and excessive amounts of bacon, we actually did have a very fun time. We had icy Bass Creek to keep us company in an otherwise-silent white wood. Also, we managed to cook up this delicious corn chowder in the dark, and ended the night thankful for fire and warm sleeping bags in sub-fifteen degree temperatures.  

- N & K

p.s. You should listen to this. It rocks our stockings off.