A couple of weekends back, I went camping on a mountain…in Winter…in the snow…6,000 feet above sea level. I also slept in my car, with only two sleeping bags, three blankets and a wiener dog to keep me warm.
Though it was 13 degrees outside when I went to sleep, I wasn’t actually as cold as I’d thought I’d be. I think that even though I didn’t have a heater or winter sleeping bag, I’d dressed in enough layers that it made up for it (I was wearing two pairs of socks, two pairs of sweat pants, a pair of ski pants, boots, four shirts, one sweater, a ski jacket, gloves and a scarf).
Frankie was dressed for the weather too. He wore a snow jacket and waterproof booties!
These were the tents that two of my friends slept in. I was not that brave.
Some of us grilled, I cooked hot dogs over the fire and Frankie ran around stealing food off people’s plates when they weren’t looking.
When I woke up in the morning, this is what my windshield looked like.