Last Friday, we had a Dancers' Company retreat up around Sundance. Thanks to connections from our director, we got to spend the evening at James Christensen's cabin up there. (For those who don't know him, he's a painter out here in Utah. He does mostly fantasy work.) It was a pretty cool cabin with an awesome fireplace, circle beds in corners, and even secret rooms behind bookshelves. The first thing we did up there was set out on a hike to Stewart Falls. The trees in the mountains are changing colors and are really beautiful, making for a very pleasant hike.
Cool picture, huh?
So, after maybe ten minutes of the hike, we kind of got separated into two groups. There were five of us stragglers towards the back, along with our director. We got to a fork in the road, and even though the front half of the group had gone straight, our director, with the map, told us we should go right, and that he would go get the others. So we set off down the trail... about ten minutes later, after no one caught up to us, we decided we were actually going the wrong way. We hypothesized that this was the plan of our director, either to a) get rid of his least favorites on the company, or b) secretly split up the whole company in the mountains and
see if we could find each other...as some sort of bonding activity. Then we started figuring out that soon enough we would start disappearing one by one. There was a killer among us. Lost in the mountains, no phone service, no map, it was getting dark... I was the first to go.Turns out, there was no killer, there
was no group bonding, our director just read the map wrong. So why not pretend to be Indians?It was a very fun day. Go TDC!
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