Warm up around the fire
It was cold last night and we welcome the warmth of a morning fire and dark coffee. “My toes went numb smashed up against the bottom of my mummy bag,” Joel remarks—humorously, I guess, since he knows there’s no sympathy in this group.
He explains something about his old sleeping bag being longer on bottom than top, needing to use his jacket to cover his shoulders and sometimes flipping his bag upside-down for warmth. All those contortions in his one-person tent do sound funny.
If that wasn’t hard enough, he adds, “I had a dream a deer drank my whiskey.” Probably the same deer that attacked us last year,¹ I figure, kind of the Freddy Krueger of the forest.
¹ Trail Image, “Brother Ride 2010: Thundersnow”: www.trailimage.com/brother-ride-2010/thundersnow