Winter Camping
The most awesomely miserable (or miserably awesome) weekend of my life. After sleeping in a tent, in 13 degree weather, and waking to find my entire sleeping bag lined with frost, I was sure I was going to die. But when else is it perfectly acceptable to roast socks over an open fire, think nothing of wiping snot all over your gloves, wear a hat for 3 days straight, and not brush your teeth or apply deodorant for the entire weekend? Only in the winter WILDERNESS.
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