I see from the activty in this thread that everyone is just dying to find out how my weekend went.
ok, ok.... I'll tell you about it. :)
so I had what I thought was a cold set in and was concerned about the weekend camping trip being affected. It turns out that concern was justified. I went anyway, though, because I don't let little things like illness prevent me from doing what I want. I wanted to camp and i wanted to try out my new pack and by god I was going to.
Friday's forecast was calling for a low of 29F. "Child's play" I told them. I slept in much worse back in the day. Well, back in the day was much farther back than i cared to realize and I quickly found that some skills, if not used, are forgotten. The knowledge may lay dormant in the recesses of your mind but it doesn't just pop right back to the front when needed.... in my case, at least, it takes a bit more to surface.
For example, a layer of insulation between your body and an air mattress is a good idea, especially when you sleep cold anyway. I don't care if it's 90 I'll have a blanket on me by the time I wake up. When it's 30 "a blanket" doesn't quite cut it. (well, in this case a sleeping bag laying right on top an air mattress doesn't cut it)
So friday night was completely miserable. I get up and get the fire stoked back up and we prep for the day. The plan was a hike of a few miles around the lake. I strap on the tara and we set off.
First things first. The tarahumara really does carry great. You guys were not bullshitting at all about that. It was so comfortable. It was also the only thing right about the day. The temp was right around 60 degrees and by all accounts a great day for a hike. Especially great for a guy like me because I don't sweat much so staying cool when it's really hot has always been a problem for me and left me at danger for heat related problems. About a mile in I realize that perhaps I'm feeling worse than I'm admitting to myself because I'm sweating buckets. Apparently I was a lovely shade of "ghostly" white, too. So we headed back to camp where I proceeded to pass out in the tent until I woke up with the chills.
At that point the Mrs. decided we were packing up and she was taking me home. I then spent Sunday and Monday in bed.
The best part of all is I don’t regret a second of it. Being sick sucked but it was nice to get out and it was good to find out where we fall short for things, be it staying warm or having coffee cups (not sure how we missed them). That said, the next time I have a cold and we have a trip planned they will be going without me. Not regretting the first trip is one thing but doing it again…. Dumb. J