Sleeping outdoors is one of my favorite things in life. Each time that I am away from home I look for an opportunity to do so. This weekend was no exception. We had our Winter Leadership Summit (for HSM & MSM leaders) at a 5500 sq. foot "cabin" at Northstar in Tahoe.
It was a good little excursion but it was a bummer being away from Tate and Mel. Tate took my absence pretty hard from what I told. He told me he won't even talk to me until he's about 2, which is kind of a bummer.
Back to sleeping outdoors...I decided that it would be a great idea to sleep on top of the snow-pack that had formed on the cabin's back deck. I enlisted several other sleeping comrades and we laid down a tarp and made our beds.
It was all bad from there. I have a 0 degree sleeping bag and thought that I would be warm. I burrowed in to the powder and created a little den for myself. Much like meat laid on ice in a butcher shop, my back side and particularly, my buns, were rather cold. Ice cold. Turns out that tarps are not the best source of insulation.
I ended up getting Chad's sleeping mat after he went back inside (upon being woken up by the chorus of coyote howls at 3:30am) and that kept me pretty warm. I even got comfortable for a bit. However, it began to snow at 6am. At that point, Tony, Rob, and I sought refuge by the fire in the quaint little cabin. It was a fun little adventure.
I missed Mel and Tate a ton. Mel's weekend was spent playing Mario Kart, changing diapers and consumed large amounts of Orange Crush. I got home just before she drank herself in to oblivion.
En route to the incredible, magnificent, North Star Village - "the village that never sleeps."
Her guilty pleasure.
Just go to Domino's and ask for the Tate-size. That's was the Meng's did when we ate at their place last night.
Sleeping outdoors is one of my favorite things in life. Each time that I am away from home I look for an opportunity to do so. This weekend was no exception. We had our Winter Leadership Summit (for HSM & MSM leaders) at a 5500 sq. foot "cabin" at Northstar in Tahoe.
It was a good little excursion but it was a bummer being away from Tate and Mel. Tate took my absence pretty hard from what I told. He told me he won't even talk to me until he's about 2, which is kind of a bummer.
Back to sleeping outdoors...I decided that it would be a great idea to sleep on top of the snow-pack that had formed on the cabin's back deck. I enlisted several other sleeping comrades and we laid down a tarp and made our beds.
It was all bad from there. I have a 0 degree sleeping bag and thought that I would be warm. I burrowed in to the powder and created a little den for myself. Much like meat laid on ice in a butcher shop, my back side and particularly, my buns, were rather cold. Ice cold. Turns out that tarps are not the best source of insulation. 
I ended up getting Chad's sleeping mat after he went back inside (upon being woken up by the chorus of coyote howls at 3:30am) and that kept me pretty warm. I even got comfortable for a bit. However, it began to snow at 6am. At that point, Tony, Rob, and I sought refuge by the fire in the quaint little cabin. It was a fun little adventure.
I missed Mel and Tate a ton. Mel's weekend was spent playing Mario Kart, changing diapers and consumed large amounts of Orange Crush. I got home just before she drank herself in to oblivion.
En route to the incredible, magnificent, North Star Village - "the village that never sleeps."
Her guilty pleasure.
Just go to Domino's and ask for the Tate-size. That's was the Meng's did when we ate at their place last night.
3 comments:
glad to see im back up there...
looks like y'all had a good weekend
oh my goodness, that picture with the snow covered sleeping bags/almost corps:P this is a brave thing to so indeed:D good to see you guys enjoy life in its fullness! happy new year and maybe see you again this year. GB
Tate-sized pizza... hilarious.
We'd have to invite the neighborhood if we ordered a Sam-sized pizza.
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