Jules and I went camping again last night. 4th trip this fall.
Our sleeping bags are rated -4°C and -9°C so we have no excuses not to continue this nice little habit we’ve taken. But I have to say last night was cold, probably because of the high humidity. So more wool and isolating material next time.
When we woke up this morning my bag was missing. We had left it in the entrance of the tent but some sort of animal (what can it be!?) had taken it. We found a lead after a few minutes that lead us to the backpack, only 20 meteres away. The breakfast, a single rosinbolle leftover from last night’s feast, was the only thing missing. Lucky for us, animals don’t drink coffee.
We have no idea where we are. Lost in the woods.