Around '63 or '64, the Scoutmaster set up a 'survival' overnight. We were to pack as light as we could. For the two nighter, I came in at about 14lbs as did my buddies...I even had a transistor radio (it was back in those days <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />). But we each only brought a wool blanket to sleep in. No tent...no tarp...nothing else, just the blanket and our trail clothes. Even though the overnight was somewhere in PA and the weather was mild, I froze my bippy!

We already had the motto, "Any fool can be uncomfortable" but this trip confirmed its truth. We were both.

These days I mosty hammock hang. I wear the normal assortment of base layers, socks and booties, and balaclava, etc. To that I add a hooded insulated jacket and insulated pants. With no sleeping bag or quilt and an Oware pad I'm good into the mid-20s. That's as minimalist as I'm ever likely to go.

"Any fool can be uncomfortable."

FB