Me too!
“Chapter 3: Henry learns that a good bottle of whiskey is no substitute for a proper sleeping bag.”
I prefer to think that a good bottle of whiskey AND a good sleeping bag are preferred. I don’t believe that’s strictly an “either/or” proposition.
That said, while Alaska extremely bee-u-ti-ful from everything I see, I couldn’t stand most of the place. If it’s below 70F I’m finding something with sleeves and drinking hot coffee.
*** If it’s below 70F I’m finding something with sleeves and drinking hot coffee.***
Onesie flannel pajamas and hot coco.
Me too!
I feel like a whimp here in Ontario—I move to sleeves and coffee at -25F, layers at -35F, and don’t go out unless you have to at -40.
On second thought, I have spent so long in Canada, that I have gone native—I read you wrong, taking 70F to mean -70F. While I am fluently bilingual in C/F I have adopted the local mentality of not bothering with the - for certain portions of the year. (It has been above 0C here for about five hours in the past month, and God only knows when it will be above freezing next—between December and March here one only needs the - when one is in single digits). By March, the girls are breaking out the short skirts if it gets anywhere near freezing. On the positive side, the days in April (and sometimes March) where one can go hiking through the snow in weather that is 60F or above are glorious.