The Coldest Night
| The Coldest Night
-8 celcius in Lublin when I went to bed. I wore everything I had plus a wool sweater I just bought. I pulled the fly flaps steeply down to avoid a breze. Fortunately there was no wind chill to speak of and I was able to curl up on the termarest, but I promised myself never to do it again. It took me 2 hours to pack up because every 2 minutes I had to put my gloves back on or do jumping jacks. It would have been funny to watch. I promised myself never to do that again and spent the next two nights in warm comfort.
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