I made a New Year's resolution to not do things I hate unless it is for the betterment of mankind.
Thus... there is no way I'm spending Friday night in a tent at 9,000 feet! It's been below zero every morning since I agreed that it would be sooo fun. The kids (all adults) still say they are going camping. I told them to have a great time and that I'd be in a cabin with a space heater down the road if they chill down.
Don't know what I was thinking anyway!
At a certain point in life, the magic and the camaraderie of winter camping disappears and it becomes not much more than an exercise in pain and misery.
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Snowplow came along last night, very late. I went out to clear away the wreckage. Holy Mother, it's cold. No winter camping for me, either. And I'm seriously debating just putting the dogs on the treadmill rather than go out and negotiate uncleared walkways that hide ice underneath.
I think I'm gonna follow longview's lead on this one.