Rovent '06
Rovent was fun, am back in one piece, still slightly frozen. It was cold this year. Not just cold, FRICKEN cold. You know its cold when your boogers freeze to your nose hairs. Just under -20 below I think was the coldest it got to [Edit 2:51pm 02/20/06: I stand corrected, -31 degrees. Holy icicle boogers Batman!].
We went to bed early friday night (which for me amounted to just a little bit after we finally managed to get our tent setup), just to stay warm. And I was warm... until I had to pee. I thought to myself, "well, I'm warm, and I only kind of have to go, So I'll just ignore it and go to sleep". No such luck. I was still warm, but very uncomfortable, so I eventually got up and made the trek to the portapotties. Not only did my snot freeze instantaneously, it felt like my lungs were going to freeze too with the cold air coming in. All that taken care of, I bundled back into my sleeping bag and had a lovely rest of the night.
Saturday's highlights included heckling with the megaphone, Chris digging a hole/snow cave (and subsequently collapsing it), henley-on-todd bottomless boat race, snow golf, warm truck, Tristan's slick moves (I think he bailed 8 or 9 times, including one failed crowd surfing attempt, and one trip into the gap between the flatbed and the truck), and my nice warm sleeping bag. Unfortunately the warm didn't seem to last as I woke up at one point shivering... I think I ended up in the gap between my thermarest and Tyler's, as I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Woke up sunday morning sweating...mmm warm sleeping bag, but with frozen toes. This happened last year too. I had stuff in the extra gap, I was wearing multiple pairs of socks, and yet I still end up with frozen toes. WTF? Next year will have to try the hot water in the nalgene bottle thing. Packing up didn't seem to be the major ordeal it usually is. Perhaps I got more sleep than I usually do at camp.
Taco Bell for lupper.
Want sleep now.
Goodnight.
...oooh Red Robin for dinner. Sleep can wait for now.
We went to bed early friday night (which for me amounted to just a little bit after we finally managed to get our tent setup), just to stay warm. And I was warm... until I had to pee. I thought to myself, "well, I'm warm, and I only kind of have to go, So I'll just ignore it and go to sleep". No such luck. I was still warm, but very uncomfortable, so I eventually got up and made the trek to the portapotties. Not only did my snot freeze instantaneously, it felt like my lungs were going to freeze too with the cold air coming in. All that taken care of, I bundled back into my sleeping bag and had a lovely rest of the night.
Saturday's highlights included heckling with the megaphone, Chris digging a hole/snow cave (and subsequently collapsing it), henley-on-todd bottomless boat race, snow golf, warm truck, Tristan's slick moves (I think he bailed 8 or 9 times, including one failed crowd surfing attempt, and one trip into the gap between the flatbed and the truck), and my nice warm sleeping bag. Unfortunately the warm didn't seem to last as I woke up at one point shivering... I think I ended up in the gap between my thermarest and Tyler's, as I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Woke up sunday morning sweating...mmm warm sleeping bag, but with frozen toes. This happened last year too. I had stuff in the extra gap, I was wearing multiple pairs of socks, and yet I still end up with frozen toes. WTF? Next year will have to try the hot water in the nalgene bottle thing. Packing up didn't seem to be the major ordeal it usually is. Perhaps I got more sleep than I usually do at camp.
Taco Bell for lupper.
Want sleep now.
Goodnight.
...oooh Red Robin for dinner. Sleep can wait for now.