Did you ever have a “binky” growing up: a tattered old blanket that you turned to for safety and security when your Momma wasn’t around? Well, I had one. Until it mysteriously went missing one day. (I know it was you, Mom.) As it turns out, binkies aren’t just for toddlers.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The first thing you are going to say when you pull one of these out of its stuff sacks is, “No frickin way”… as in, “There is no frickin way this is going to add any warmth to my sleeping bag.”
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
|Spring skiing at its best.|