The temps in Yellowstone over Christmas will be around 5 Fahrenheit for highs and -10 Fahrenheit for lows. That’s about -23 Celsius for my Canadian friends. My bag is rated for 0 Fahrenheit or -18 Celsius, so I’m off the mark a bit. It’s all in your mind though, right?
In another lifetime, I recall the owner of a surplus store trying to sell me a sleeping bag she claimed was so warm – “you can put raw eggs and bacon in at sunset and have a fully cooked breakfast by morning.” There was also a large hole in the bag which she claimed was from “heavy combat use.” I guess that was code for “campfire spark.”
Fortunately for her, I was a kid with birthday money, burning pockets and a dream – plus, I needed a sleeping bag for an upcoming camping trip and I wasn’t leaving the store without one. After a little negotiating, I bought the bag and even had a little money left over to piss away on something else.
After using the bag for the first time, I can honestly say it was the equivalent of an old moth eaten towel. I literally froze. As an extra kick in the nuts, the duct tape that I had used to put over the “heavy combat use” had come off during the night, and whenever I moved, it looked like a whales blowhole, shooting feathers all over my tent. It looked like my grandmas henhouse by morning. I guess I was the rooster.
So this brings me to my newly acquired and thoroughly researched -18 degree Nemo bag. I’m hoping to find consolation in this one, even it the temps hit the dreaded -20 mark. And what’s a little frostbite?
Hunter S. Thompson nailed it when he said- “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”