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Our Logan-type tent—a 12-pound wonder—came out of the pack next. Ken volunteered to put up the sectional center pole—an inside job. "I know a good thing when I see it," he told Bob, and got in out of the wind. With the center pole, Ken gave the tent height; Bob and I staked it with ski poles and tied it to skis to give it semblance of shape. The inside man set to work inflating the air mattress (half length was enough for a multiple hip pad), unrolled the down-and-processed-feather sleeping bags (army surplus), and got the Primus stove set up. Bob passed in a small foam-rubber pad to experiment with. Maybe it would be better than a shared air mattress—he who shares his neighbor's air mattress also shares his neighbor's every bounce. We should find something better. Searches for improvement, big and little, have been one of my own major ski-mountaineering pleasures and could be theirs too. |
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