TR: Fairy Meadows Day 8 (2.10.2018)
RETURN TO CIVILIZATION
A week after we were dropped off, it was sadly time to depart the Fairy Meadows Hut. We anticipated the helicopter as early as 12:30pm, and the thing about helicopters is, they're expensive to run, so you gotta have your shit together when they arrive. George snagged one last run above the hut, but the rest of us were content to sleep in and collect our junkshow of stuff from the week. Once finished, we took the opportunity to wander around and take a few last photos around the hut.
We also said goodbye to our good friend, R.Kelly. He is a pine marten and we didn't name him. However he does like to watch you pee, so that might have something to do with it (Chris had to throw a snowball at him one night, R.Kelly was getting too close for comfort). R.Kelly has an elaborate tunnel system around the hut and could pop up at whim at almost any place, so one had to remain vigilant. He is also an expert scavenger and over the course of the week he was able to enjoy a number of Fairy Meadows delicacies, including:
-the last group's trash
-red wine and pasta vomit (served from the 2nd story window)
-a "special" brownie left by the previous group. I mean, we definitely don't know anything about that.
R.Kelly had a good week.
I left an incredibly nerdy set of observations in the log book for the next group.
After shoveling a LOT of steps, we finally got all the people and stuff down to the helipad.
And then we waited. And waited. And waited. Helicopters involve a lot of waiting. Scenery didn't suck.
Eventually the helicopter arrived and the pilot decided to show off.
Since all the Washington folks were hoping to get on the road - some driving all the way home that evening - the CO crew volunteered to be the last ones out. That meant that I got to nab shotgun on one of the gear flights. Pictures don't do it justice - it was spectacular.
Two pieces of advice:
1) if you ever get an invite to a Fairy Meadows trip, don't ask questions. Just commit. Figure out all the other shit later, it'll work out.
2) get yourself a shotgun ride in a helicopter at some point.
It's no exaggeration to say that this was the trip of a lifetime. Thanks to everyone I shared the hut with; y'all made a truly special place even better. I'll be back...