The Wilderness Trips. They came, they happened, and they were ever so cold. Some groups were luckier then others, finding themselves in warm yurts or cabins with working bathrooms and woodstoves that could hide a large midget. Others found themselves in a tent with a microwave-size wood stove and a privy. The not-so-lucky ones found themselves with plastic baggies for their excrement.
I was in a tent– a plush tent with nice cotton walls with about 81 square feet of prime frozen-lake-side real estate and three wonderful roommates to shiver with. Needless to say, the trip was dope. Dozing off in -15 degree weather in a 15 degree sleeping bag might sound like a night of hell– but somehow– it was nice. It truly was a learning experience. It’s nice to know that yes, if I find myself in a New England’s winter and need to spend the night in a snow bank, hey, I’ve been there before. Next time I might rent a room at the Four Seasons, but the wilderness trips made me respect the simple yet wonderful pleasures of my cabin here at Chewonki.