Challenge Accepted

Alexander Loop // Wind, Snow, AND a cheap tarp

Nights out: 1 Miles driven: 157 Soundtrack: Death Cab for Cutie, I built you a tower

One night in the Uintas with a bad forecast, a cheap tarp, soggy boots, and a setup that actually worked.


Day 1

The weather outlook was unfavorable. The forecast called for a wintry mix, high winds, and thunderstorms. Not exactly ideal camping weather, but for this trip, it was exactly what I wanted. That was the whole reason for going. I wanted to test my setup and my own ability to be comfortable when the mountains decided to flex. Had the forecast looked sunny and calm, I probably would have stayed home. I was looking for a fight.

bronco on a rough forest road
green jacket hanging on a bronco mirror
mud splatter on a bronco door

The drive up was uneventful, and I spent the morning looking for the right camp spot. I explored dirt roads and random tracks through the trees until I found an easy-to-reach site where Neighbor Josh could join us in his 2WD van. I set up camp, rigged the tarp, and prepared for battle with the weather.

Except the battle never showed up.

bronco with roof top tent camped in the forest
tarp rigging hooked onto bronco trail sights
white wild flowers
stormy clouds over alexander lake
large storm clouds rolling in
rig'd hitch rack on a tacoma offroading
rivian r1t offroading

Caleb and Evan showed up shortly after to join for the afternoon. We drove some narrow roads to the lake and dared each other to get in. Only the dogs did. 

Apart from some breezy conditions and the occasional gust, the weather stayed pretty calm. The sun kept poking through waves of ominous clouds. The temperatures were chilly, but a hoodie was enough. I spent the day exploring, throwing rocks at stuff, eating PB&J sandwiches, and trying to remotely remove the cap from a Gatorade bottle with a BB gun. Josh showed up with his daughter and joined in the jackassery.

peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a camp table
camp kitchen and gadgets with a bottle of whisky
photography book on a bronco dashboard
a van and bronco camping in the forest
howl campfire in a cozy camp setup
man reloading a bb gun while laughing
man aiming a bb gun while camping
bb gun leaning against a tree

Then the wind died down, the sun came out, and I was treated to one of the calmest, most pleasant evenings I’ve had in the mountains. The challenge I was hoping for never arrived. Instead, I took a risk and got a perfect night in the woods as a reward.

I sat there taking it in with a tailgate breakfast burrito stuffed to the rafters with scrambled eggs, bacon, and McDonald’s hashbrowns.

Couldn’t ask for more.

breakfast burrito on a camp tale
man moving a can of peaches in a fire with pliers
can of peaches on a fire
peaches sizzling on a fire
roasted peach on a graham cracker

I climbed into my tent, and shortly after falling asleep, the rain started. And then it never stopped. At 5 in the morning, it turned to snow.

The challenge finally showed up.


Day 2

I unzipped the tent and looked out as snow fell through the pines. It was dead calm, dead quiet, and beautiful.

Then I looked down and saw my boots sitting next to the ladder, full of water and snow piling on the toes.

Rookie move.

wet boots on the ground outside a tent
snow falling on a roof top tent
snowflakes on a bronco windshield
rain and snow sticking to a cobweb
orange tarp setup in mountain snowstorm
snow and rain running down a truck door
closeup of snowflakes on an orange tarp

My $30 tarp held through the storm and quickly became one of the best comfort investments I’ve made for my camping kit. It gave me a dry place to make coffee, warm up by the fire, and clean up camp. Who would have thought a small sheet of plasticky fabric and a few knots would be the missing piece that turned a summer mountain snowstorm into a non-issue?

I threw my soggy boots into a trash bag, packed up the rest of camp, and headed home for breakfast.

bronco driving down a snowy forest road
snowflakes highlighted by bronco headlights

Keep Wandering

More snow camping: Hell’s Revenge
More solo trips: Marlboro Point
More tarps to the rescue: Soapstone Camping


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