Camping: Manly Man Style
When not dying is entertainment enough, you KNOW you're camping.
January of 05, we're going back a year. Still catching up on old pics I have.
Don, Dave, and myself decided that it would be good to go camping when it was below zero out and snowing. We arrived and it looked like this.
Yea, really hospitable. And of course we always have to show up in the dark.
Here it is, home sweet home.
One evening we had complete whiteout conditions.
Here is what the view SHOULD have looked like from that spot.
But, snow it did.
That saturday night it was literally too cold to sleep for most of the time. When I did get to sleep I woke up with icicles (<--i had to look the spelling on THAT word up...sheesh what a stupid word) above my face that had accumulated overnight as the moisture of my breath froze.
One day we went on a hike by the river. There we saw the ONLY other people stupid enough to camp in a blizzard.
Dave found a hole.
Back at camp, there wasn't much too much to do aside from moving around to keep our blood from freezing. Boredom and machetes make dangerous bedfellows.
I could write more, but it really won't mean anything to anyone who wasn't there. All I'll say is that I would do it again in a heartbeat (Don and Dave agree).
Nothing has ever been as cold since.
