Skiing on a Supervolcano
In the words of Rose “my real name is Anne” Doda, “I don’t think there isn’t anything we didn’t get to do in Yellowstone… not .” Or something along those lines. In all seriousness, the 2016 Thanksgiving St. Olaf Nordic Trip was the stuff of dreams—an unrelenting parade of adventure, food, laughter, and skiing. Keep on reading for our best attempt to capture the week in words. Thanks to Liza’s unmatched organizational skills and Google Sheets prowess, the team booked a phenomenal cabin, ordered trail passes, and loaded Shelby’s cavernous coolers with cafeteria pack-outs (Cooked pasta? Mmm-hmm. Bagels on bagels on bagels? You know it. A hundred mustard packets? Duh.) We eagerly packed up the cars on Friday the 18th, but a wicked storm descended on Minnesota and iced up the highways, so we decided to hit the sack and depart at 4am the following morning. Groggy-eyed and bagel-mouthed, we began our 20-hour journey to heaven aka West Yellowstone, MT. We