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North Fork Canadian Yurt: My Night Alone in the Colorado Wilderness

Fall foliage in northern Colorado

For all my travels, including high-altitude treks in the Himalaya and camping in remote regions like the Okavango Delta, I'd never spent a night alone in the wilderness.

Yet, that was the challenge awaiting me halfway through my week in northern Colorado: to hike one mile with everything I needed for a night alone at the North Fork Canadian Yurt.

Situated at the edge of State Forest State Park, at an altitude of 8,800 feet (2,682m), this yurt is one of many owned and operated by Never Summer Nordic.

Yurts, for those not familiar, are traditional circular shelters used by the nomadic tribesman of Mongolia.

Supplies

To prepare for my midlife wilderness adventure, I picked up the following before leaving Steamboat:

  • 5-6 liters of bottled water
  • snacks (nuts and cookies)
  • 2 delicious sandwiches from Backcountry Delicatessen
  • cheap back-up flashlight should my Petzl headlamp stopped working
  • demo sleeping bag and air mattress from Big Agnes (nightly temps were in low 30s Fahrenheit)

The yurt has a wood stove, however I'd learned the hard way trekking in Nepal that it's better to be too warm than too cold.

North Fork Canadian Yurt
A sign points hikers toward the yurt and nearby lakes

Getting to North Fork Canadian Yurt

The scenic drive from Steamboat Springs took about an hour and a half, starting with Route 40 leading southeast out-of-town, and then veering northeast on Route 14.

The entrance to the park was clearly marked from Route 14.

At an unmanned gate, I stopped to fill out a vehicle pass for my Jeep rental. Parking overnight cost costs $10. I left the cash in a sealed envelope that's provided.

From the gate, it was a beautiful, flat 8.5-mile off-road drive to reach a roundabout used as a parking lot and campsite. A sign post marked the reserved space by the restroom for guests staying at the yurt.

Nervous I was about to leave any sense of modern civilization behind, I took some solace in seeing campers and hunters around, should an emergency arise.

It'd begun to drizzle, so I put on a fleece and my Clothing Arts jacket, gathered my supplies for the night, and began walking down an old logging road now closed to vehicles.

It's a 1.1-mile hike over the mostly flat ground to reach the yurt, however, given all the water I was carrying and the 8,800-foot elevation, it took me 30 minutes. I stopped several times to take photos and catch my breath.

North Fork Canadian Yurt
North Fork Canadian Yurt

Arriving at the Yurt

The North Fork Canadian Yurt is perched on a small hill, offering terrific views of the surrounding landscape and Never Summer Mountain range.

I opened the metal gate to the property and surveyed the exterior of my abode. The yurt is elevated, leaving plenty of room for firewood and a propane tank underneath.

A wooden deck with benches offers guests the option to sit outside and enjoy the views. And a small outhouse sits just inside the wood fence encircling the property.

As I walked up to the yurt's staircase, I was greeted by a large sign offering instructions on how to behave if you encounter a bear.

I knew I was in moose country, and moose can be aggressive, but my anxiety shot up another level when I realized there were bears around too!

I quickly read the advice, which included what to do in the event you come eye to eye with a bear:

“Back away slowly while facing a bear.”

“Speak softly to the bear and try not to show fear.”

“Fight back if a bear attacks you. Use rocks, sticks, binoculars or any object that may be available.”

I briefly wondered whether anyone could speak softly and fearlessly to a wild bear, before trying to put the thought of one approaching the yurt's flimsy front door out of my mind.

Bunk beds inside North Fork Canadian Yurt
Bunk beds

Accommodations

A few days earlier, upon the confirmation of my booking with Never Summer Nordic, I'd received the combination to the door lock. I spun the little wheels to the numbers provided, and it opened with ease.

Inside, I took stock of my accommodations for the night.

Two sturdy wooden bunk beds with mattresses, a dining table, gas stove for cooking, wood stove for keeping the place warm, and plenty of matches, paper, kindling, and logs of varying sizes.

Kitchen with gas stove
Kitchen with gas stove

As I was only staying for a night, I'd already decided to pack my meals, eliminating the need to turn on the propane gas and cook. That said, instructions were clearly posted in the kitchen to do so.

I'd been told there's a stream about 100 meters away for collecting water to purify. However, I figured it'd be easier to carry in my drinking water.

Guests must take everything they bring with them out when they leave, so that meant carrying out the empty plastic bottles (and all trash) when I left.

I'd forgotten to bring a plastic bag for used toilet paper, but as it turned out, I didn't need any during my short stay.

Wood stove and lumber
Wood stove and lumber

The Wood Stove: A Source of Warmth

Instructions for starting a fire were clearly posted as well, and as it was already 3pm, I wanted excited to get one going.

The sun sets earlier in the mountains, and I also told myself if I had trouble, I'd still have time to hike back to the car.

Once I crumpled up some newspaper and small pieces of wood, I lit it up. Boom! I had a fire crackling to keep me warm and comfortable.

There's an art to keeping a wood stove going in a way that makes efficient use of the wood. It's based on how much air you allow in through the flue.

I'm not sure how well I was doing though. The stove had a voracious appetite for wood, and I found myself feeding it a new log or two every hour.

Initially, the yurt warmed up too much, so I cracked the windows open to allow cool air in. By early evening, though, the windows were closed again as I was trying to preserve all the heat I could.

View toward the Never Summer Mountains
View of the Never Summer Mountains

I spent the few hours of daylight that afternoon staring out at the fall foliage, taking photos, and enjoying the silence.

The leaves of select trees were alright bright yellow, but as the sun began to set, the entire landscape turned gold.

Along with keeping the fire going, I was drinking a lot of water to stay hydrated, which in turn led to frequent trips to the outhouse.

The rule of thumb is a liter of water per day for every 1,000 meters of altitude.

Given the possibility of encountering a bear, and not wanting to leave the fire unattended, I didn't go on a hike.

I suppose that was by design, but I was already pushing my boundaries well beyond what was normal for me, so I was okay with the tradeoff.

Selfie
Yours truly making time for a selfie

My nerves were high being out there by myself. I had trouble relaxing.

I had everything I needed, including shelter, fire, water, and food; however, I didn't have mobile internet access, only the intermittent ability to send brief text messages.

It sounds silly typing this now, however, in the moment, my mind was feasting on my insecurities.

I responded by telling myself it was only one night, I'd make it through okay, and feel proud of myself and enlivened by sunrise.

Big Agnes sleeping bag and air mattress
Big Agnes sleeping bag and air mattress

In addition to learning the importance of a warm sleeping bag in the mountains, I've also learned there's not much to do at night.

Given I was alone, that took conversation off the table. I passed the hours tending to the fire, writing in my journal, reading an ebook on my phone, and listening to music.

And, of course, as I worked my way through the 5-6 liters of water I brought, I was going to the outhouse almost as often as I was feeding wood to the fire.

The Milky Way
The Milky Way was visible to the naked eye

Starry Night

I was unable to fall asleep, as I desired to keep the fire going so the yurt was as warm as possible.

Every time I needed to pee, I'd put on my headlamp, step out onto the deck, and scan the perimeter.

It was pitch black, and I was looking for the glow of animals' eyes, a trick I'd learned on safari in South Africa.

Despite the grunting of some animals I'd heard, probably moose in the distance, I didn't see any glowing eyes peering back at me during my trips to the toilet.

What I did see, when I switched off my headlamp and craned my neck up, was one of the brightest, most beautiful night skies of my life.

The stars looked huge, and it was clear enough to see the Milky Way with the naked eye.

I didn't have a tripod, so I settled for merely pointing my Canon G7X point skyward. The photo above doesn't do it justice.

This night's sky ranked up there with what I'd seen in the Annapurna region of Nepal and the Atacama Desert of northern Chile.

At 3 am, my body's wish for sleep outweighed my anxieties, and I drifted off to sleep.

Chopping firewood
Chopping firewood

Sunrise

When I awoke three hours later around 6 am, the first thing I noticed was how much colder it was inside the yurt.

The fire had been reduced to a few embers, and I was thankful to have been inside a sleeping bag.

Eagerly anticipating the warmth of the sun, I had a bite to eat and began packing up my belongings.

I had to replace the wood I'd used, so I carried up some of the pre-chopped logs from under the yurt. To make smaller kindling, I also tried my hand at chopping some wood myself.

I'd started to split a log, and the axed was wedged in the top half, so I raised the thing, ax attached to log, and slammed it down on the massive log used for chopping.

The wood immediately splintered in two, with one of the pieces flying up and grazing my right cheek. That explained why the rubber handle of the ax has the warning to wear goggles!

North Fork Candian Yurt at sunrise
North Fork Canadian Yurt at sunrise

Hiking Out

The wood restocked, my stuff packed, and the sun rising, I swept the floors, closed the flue on the wood stove, and closed the combination lock on the yurt's door.

Hiking back to my car, I felt triumphant.

I'd challenged myself to spend a night alone in the wilderness, in bear country no less, and survived.


My stay at the North Fork Canadian Yurt was courtesy of Never Summer Nordic and organized as part of my trip hosted by the Steamboat Springs Chamber Resort Association and Visit Fort Collins.



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