Packs of coyotes howled just outside of the thin Yurt walls in the dark, moonless night. Wet aspen logs crackled in the wood-burning stove for hours and hours as we sat around, drinking beer and eating chili. And even though the temps only dropped further and further as the night went on, and the fire slowly died off, it was all worth it to experience desert yurt life, even if it was only for a weekend. But an epic weekend it was… even though I did crash my drone. Since both Courtney and I’s season ski passes had blackout dates …