A young guy in northern Minnesota decides to try sleeping outdoors for a year in the back yard. He started out in a kind of tree house, but then winter came.
Lots of foam pads, that's the secret. (Via Free Range Kids.)
I have done some winter camping, but a year—I respect that.
M's and my second dwelling was a sort-of-winterized little house in Manitou Springs. We slept in an unheated, uninsulated sun porch. It did have glass windows—jalousies that did not seal too well and let little patches of snow drift in.
But our rule was that when the temperature in our bedroom dipped much below 20° F (-7° C), we would move into the indoor guest room.
The snow house smelled like straw, which littered the white floor. In this holiday season, Hummel seemed to be occupying his own Nativity scene.
Lots of foam pads, that's the secret. (Via Free Range Kids.)
I have done some winter camping, but a year—I respect that.
M's and my second dwelling was a sort-of-winterized little house in Manitou Springs. We slept in an unheated, uninsulated sun porch. It did have glass windows—jalousies that did not seal too well and let little patches of snow drift in.
But our rule was that when the temperature in our bedroom dipped much below 20° F (-7° C), we would move into the indoor guest room.
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