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But I didn't tell them all that. This is the sort of thing you find out for yourself, that comes when you escape into the reality of the wilderness and discover how amazingly well man has been designed to cope with just such reality. This is the sort of thing I would want them to find out for themselves. Maybe then, after that, we could compare notes. That would be the best reward of all! Our Logan was really cozy now. We were in that especially blissful camping situation only the ski mountaineer or the expeditioner finds himself in. You tie the wind and the chill outside. To insulate yourself doubly against the cold, you climb into the sack, taking off only your boots. Propped on your elbows, you arrange to have dinner served to you in bed—friendly self-service—even as your breakfast will be. The Primus has a friendly roar that can outshout all but the most hostile winds and you listen to your friend. It warms your tent while it roars, but not too much, for you need to keep a circulation of fresh air coming in the tunnel entrance, and the stove exhaust going out the vent near the tent's peak. |
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