One of the things which is characteristic about High Sierra is sleeping outdoors. I love my bed, but I think a big part of the High Sierra experience is sleeping in odd places. Truth be told, I'm really not a fan of sleeping outside. Of course it's not as comfortable as inside in my soft bed, in a heated house...but it is an adventure. I've only slept outside a few times, and I don't regret them in the least. I really do need to work on being more adventerous like that...
ANYWHO! I guess where I'm going with this whole spiel is that last night I slept outside (while, relatively outside) with some friends. We slept in the boathouse, which, although it was still unheated and had large window without screens, was quite nice. Burrowed in my sleeping bag, I managed to stay warm (!).
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| Kenny, Me, and Katie Shore laying out our sleeping bags |
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| The Boathouse |
On a completely different note, I finished Hume in philosophy class today. Now on to Kant...
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