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A Cross Country Descent into the Laramie Plains

Updated on November 19, 2016
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While teaching at the University of Wyoming for 25 years, Richard F. Fleck enjoyed his free time cross country skiing in and around Laramie.

Beginning of the trail
Beginning of the trail

Cross Country Descent

Three families from Laramie trusted my judgment that a winding canyon paralleling Interstate-80 would indeed come out onto the Laramie Plains not far from where we parked two of our four cars. The Flecks, Robinsons and Wieblers all met at the foot of Telephone Canyon to park two of our cars. My wife and Joe's wife had to study for exams the upcoming week and missed out on this upcoming adventure. We all crowded into two bigger SUV's with our cross country skis and drove up I-80 to the Happy Jack Road Exit where we parked and unloaded our skis.

Beginning of Our Desent

Big Jim Wiebler started to sing auf Deutsch some German folksongs as we all clipped into our skis. My three children and I along with Joe Robinson and his daughters followed Jim and Fran Wiebler with their two daughters. We quickly descended a very snowy slope in mid-January and whizzed past jack pine trees. Jim continued to sing out loud as jolly as could be.

"Oh-oh," Jim shouted.

"What's wrong," I shouted down to him.

"The canyon has divided into two canyons! Which one should we take, Dick?"

I noticed that the one to the right followed too closely in its descent the noisy interstate highway. So I suggested we hook to the left. Surely that canyon won't come out on the Laramie Plains too far away from the other.

"Right you are!" shouted Jim.

Choosing the Wrong Canyon

So all eleven of us veered to the left and whizzed along passing a herd of antelope who simply stared at us humans in wonderment. We descended and descended at a fairly good speed, sometimes getting hung up in concealed sagebrush. Boy, it had gotten cold! I guessed we should be halfway down the canyon to Laramie, but it seemed to take a good bit longer than I had anticipated.

Finally an hour later, we coluld barely discern the Laramie Plains below. Fran gleefully suggested we take a break because she carried a surprise for us in her backpack. We all leaned against some stunted pines in the forest surrounding us as she poured hot chocolate into paper cups for all the children.

"Where's ours?" asked Joe Roninson.

"Not to worry!" Fran shouted. She proceeded to pour brandy into cups for each adult and said "Cheers!" What a gal, I thought to myself. Brandy hit the spot as we shoved off to ski and ski downward, ever downward until at last we reached the valley floor of the Laramie Plains. But wait a minute! Was that the cement plant we saw across the way? Since the cement plant is a good seven miles south of town, we knew we were all in for a long overland jouney to get to our two cars.

Out on the Frozen Prairie

I hadn't realized how many icy rills and knolls and gulleys a winter prairie has! As the children started to complain, good old Fran stopped and pulled out of her pack candy bars for all of us. A much better choice than canned sardines that I brought! We skied up an down icy ravines for what seemed like hours. The sun began to set. Where the hell is Laramie?? Finally, under dark sky, one by one of our expedition of eleven skied through backyards of peoples homes just off of the interstate highway.

One gentlemen came out onto his back porch and shouted, "Where the hell have all you guys come from?"

Joe Robinson, in a mirthful mood, shouted at the top of his lungs "Fort Collins!" We all roared with laughter. We had skied far but not that far. Fort Collins, Colorado is sixty-five miles to the south. None the less we all felt like we had skied sixty-five miles. It was a pleasuable moment to crowd into our cars and drive back up to get the other two heavily frosted vehicles and drive back to our home for a nice cookout that my wife and Joe's wife helped prepare in our absence. I guess they wondered why it took so damned long for us to ski down a canyon.

Warning: It is best to take the well marked University of Wyoming Trail that is north of the interstate at Happy Jack.

Laramie Plains


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      Richard Francis Fleck 8 months ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thank you Prasetio30 for your comment--I appreciate it.

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      prasetio30 8 years ago from malang-indonesia

      those are very nice experience. I like your picture using winter clothes. It match with you. Thanks

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      Richard Francis Fleck 8 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thanks Pamela, Everyone was a little cold and a little stiff-muscled but yes--great memories

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      Pamela Oglesby 8 years ago from United States

      That's quite a story. The journey was tough but it sounds like everyone's spirits stayed high and now you have a wonderful, memorable day. Good hub.

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      Lindsay Godfree 8 years ago from Arizona

      What an adventure! It seems too easy to get lost in cross-country. I will stick to the bunny slopes...

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      Richard Francis Fleck 8 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Thanks, Hello, hello--my second language is French-- I know a few French Canadian folk songs.

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      Hello, hello, 8 years ago from London, UK

      Thank you for a wonderful read of a great journey. Did you join in singing auf Deutsch?