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So, in light of the fact that it is supposed to hover around -15 (colder with windchill) this weekend, I am fence-sitting on the whole camping thing. I called one of the guys to tell them, and they are fence-sitting as well. We're going to make a call tomorrow night, but unless it warms up about 10 degrees, I am probably going to exchange the camping trip for a day hike.
However.
I did bumble up to MEC (Mountain Equipment Coop, Canada's version of REI, except their store brand is high-quality, no-frills, low-cost stuff) and bought the necessary accoutrements. All the stuff I picked up is stuff that's been on my "you know, I really should buy this" list for about a year now. New long johns (hallelujah, the ones I was wearing would have fit two of me), thermal shirt, gaiters, two Nalgenes (lost about four in the most recent move, along with my super warm mitts), wicking underwears (yes, I pluralized it. Because "underwears" is a funny word, and "underwear" is not.), and some other random stuff. The big price item was the coat. Down. Orange. Hells yes. In combination with the trail-slut red hiking boots... game on. The price tags are still on it, but I left something in the car and ran outside wearing just it and a t-shirt and I was fine. So, if we don't go, I should probably return the coat... but it is so warm. And so orange. I may just have to keep it. Warm and orange. Warange. I like the way I can't put my arms quite all the way down... there's kind of a soft pouffy feeling in my armpits.
Away from the coat.
I asked a stuttering frenchman at MEC if he had any advice, any little tricks I should know for winter camping. I assume the guy is an ice climber; he had the build and seemed to know his shit. He was fairly helpful, save for the part where he suggested I put an empty bottle in my sleeping bag at night, in case I have to "go." Then he got all confused and embarassed, because he realized that that's a lot easier for menfolk than womenfolk. He reccomended I ask a girl what they do. Um, I think you suck it up and get out of your sleeping bag and hit the can. My favourite was the first tip he gave me, though... it started with "when your hands freeze...." When. Not if.
Ah well. A life lived in fear is no life at all.
However.
I did bumble up to MEC (Mountain Equipment Coop, Canada's version of REI, except their store brand is high-quality, no-frills, low-cost stuff) and bought the necessary accoutrements. All the stuff I picked up is stuff that's been on my "you know, I really should buy this" list for about a year now. New long johns (hallelujah, the ones I was wearing would have fit two of me), thermal shirt, gaiters, two Nalgenes (lost about four in the most recent move, along with my super warm mitts), wicking underwears (yes, I pluralized it. Because "underwears" is a funny word, and "underwear" is not.), and some other random stuff. The big price item was the coat. Down. Orange. Hells yes. In combination with the trail-slut red hiking boots... game on. The price tags are still on it, but I left something in the car and ran outside wearing just it and a t-shirt and I was fine. So, if we don't go, I should probably return the coat... but it is so warm. And so orange. I may just have to keep it. Warm and orange. Warange. I like the way I can't put my arms quite all the way down... there's kind of a soft pouffy feeling in my armpits.
Away from the coat.
I asked a stuttering frenchman at MEC if he had any advice, any little tricks I should know for winter camping. I assume the guy is an ice climber; he had the build and seemed to know his shit. He was fairly helpful, save for the part where he suggested I put an empty bottle in my sleeping bag at night, in case I have to "go." Then he got all confused and embarassed, because he realized that that's a lot easier for menfolk than womenfolk. He reccomended I ask a girl what they do. Um, I think you suck it up and get out of your sleeping bag and hit the can. My favourite was the first tip he gave me, though... it started with "when your hands freeze...." When. Not if.
Ah well. A life lived in fear is no life at all.
posted by M at 8:42 PM
1 Comments:
Its when you people write posts like this that I wish I'd get out of this sempiternel sun and sea and taste something else.
Orange. Sensible girl, you never gonna get lost.
Fitèna
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