Roger had zipped himself securely in his one-man tent while Ryan and I shared a tent. I zipped myself up in my sleeping bag, hoping it would warm me after setting up camp. I wasn’t getting warm… I felt like I was getting colder and colder as I layed there motionless, trying everything I could to keep heat from escaping my sleeping bag. I even synched the hood of my hoodie so tight that the only thing sticking out was my nose, which was also freezing. This was going to be a long, long night!
I reached out of my sleeping bag to grab my phone after hours of shifting around, looking for the warmth that did not exist. 3:00 a.m. was the time, which meant I only had two more hours of laying here until the alarm went off.
While freezing I thought of many things… First thing was that I needed to invest in a better sleeping bag, as this one was obviously crap. As a matter of fact, that was also the second, third, and fourth thing I thought about. Then I thought about my bed at home… I bet my wife was sound asleep with our little dog, Kiwi.
A warm blanket fresh out of the dryer would have been ever so welcome that night. Instead I lay freezing, envious of a dog before I heard the glorious sound of my 5:00 a.m. wakeup call!
It’s time to go steelheading!