Just because the temperature dropped below 18 degrees that night doesn’t mean that I regretted my decision to not research the area or weather in the slightest.
As I huddled with Shyma for at least 4 hours of life-altering cold shivers, I thought we might not make it. Not that we would die before the morning per se, but that we would for sure wake up sick and exhausted and unable to function. And maybe also die….
18 degrees with a an overgrown blue summer tent that had ventilation slots along the roof IN CASE IT GOT TOO HOT INSIDE THE TENT…. FOR EXCESS HEAT DUUUUURING THE SUMMMER!!!!!! smh…..
Our strength and determination not to let my stupidity kill us helped fuel the burning desire to survive.
After the second night of camping, we came to the conclusion that it really was not that bad. Our blood had acclimated and we had now retrofitted the tent with as many spare blankets, towels, and carpets that we could find. Because we are classy hoes, we hid much of the gypsy insulation on the inside, but I’m pretty sure our neighbors (all of whom were in rv’s) could tell what was really going on.
“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
― Carl Reiner
All in all, this was one of the most refreshing, inspiring, and utterly exhausting trips I can remember embarking on. It’s safe to say, that at this point, I will probably never camp in the snow again. Not that I wouldn’t recommend it per se, but that after you experience it, whether intentionally or not, you find your lust for it totally gone. To be fair, I feel the same way about skiing and snowboarding, so maybe it’s just a ‘cold thing’, or even just an ‘effort thing’. None of that is really the point though, ammmm I right?