20 January 2009 | Posted inBlog News & Updates
Posted by Justin
It was a brisk night, one of those frozen nose hair kind of nights. No matter how many pairs of socks or touques you could wear, it could never make it any better.
I had awoken earlier to find a raccoon trying to steal my box of timbits that had frozen over, but managed to fight it off with a piece of gum and stick. I had saw somewhere about hypothermia, and what happens when it hits you. Sense of delusion and you feel a painful amount of cold, followed by a sense of warmth. Well I was cold all right. I was sleeping outside in negative 30c temperatures.