#thermaresting

[cithaerons]

i would have had absolutely no musical career whatsoever anyways due to being partially tone deaf and more than partially rhythm deaf but dhdjdhhd

[kiaracross1]

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[nathanlnes]

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[gusdlf0928]

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[urbansurvival3]

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[yamatokurashi]

暦の上では春。ですが東北の春はまだまだ先ですね。 先日久しぶりに入荷し即完売してしまったサーマレストのZシートソルが再入荷しました。 冬山で座るときに欠かせない暖か座布団。キャンプでも椅子に敷いて使えば底冷え防止になります。 1枚あると便利な折りたたみ座布団。1枚いかがでしょうか。 こちらの商品、3月1日より値上がりになりますので、お探しだった方はお早めにどうぞ。 また、MSRのスノーシューやポールなども同時期に値上がりとなりますので同じくお早めに。 #THERMAREST #サーマレスト #Zシートソル ・ ・ ▼オンラインストアはこちら Instagram topから👉 @yamatokurashi http://ourthing.stores.jp ・ ・ ・ #ourthing #アワーシング #宮城県 #栗原市 (Ourthing アワーシング) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoOe2-EvP8k/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[galaxycunt]

the notes are all I hate sleeping on the ground get a nice air mattress and layer with blankets on the bottom and on top it’s so comfy

[softomegaposting]

nest finished :3 i like much better than last one. many more blankets plus a thermarest 🩷 and this one has a real wall. it’s odd not nesting in an enclosed space (before i nested under/behind beds, under desk, or in cabinets/closets but this current room has no good things to nest in except the closet which is gross yucky. i’ll definitely still use it if i’m upset but for regular hanging out i don’t wanna be in there ew). but it’s considerably more comfy than being underneath hanging clothes/under a BED (i was in residential for A While. insane girls make do) and it just looks cool with the pillow wall.

[tracksterman]

I've always tried to keep the luggage on my bike as minimal as possible. If you've got loads of different bags hanging off the bike all over the place, you're perhaps missing the point. But I started using fork bags last year because I'm no longer willing to buy inflatable 'airbed' style mats; the rate of failure and thus landfill is simply too high, especially for an industry that sells itself on environmental responsibility.

These days I use an old rectangular 3/4 length Thermarest SIM, gifted to me a few years ago by a reader of this blog. I'm guessing it's a 90s relic judging by the purple-mauve colour. Comfortable, decent insulation and apparently indestructible - but bulkier than an airbed, hence the extra capacity of the fork bags (PX Podsacs, five litres each side). They don't affect the riding in any meaningful way and, so far, haven't hung up on obstacles while riding. I like them. The PX items come with fittings for forks without bolt mountings but I can't comment on how secure they are.

[cedarboughs]

Hiking Journal: The West Coast Trail

Day II: The Way of the Slug

August 29

Woke up with the tall ship still anchored in Thrasher Cove, and another sailing in. The pirate vibes were still on point and I felt good leaving camp.

The point here is that I felt good in the immediate minutes after leaving camp. It was hard to maintain that through another long, even longer slog through even worse roots and mud. Thank the God of tides for that one glorious kilometre on a flat, open tidal shelf.

Then back into the mud. Lots of banana slugs at least. We must be like the slug to survive this trail. Crawl without care for delicacy through the mud and ooze slowly along. Get slimy.

When faced with a wall, get vertical. Stick. This is the Way of the Slug, and it is essential when travelling along the "infrastructure," and once again that's a very euphemistic, optimistic word to use, of the West Coast Fucking Obstacle Course.

Appreciate the trees, with their gateways and gnome-houses and sucked-in blue glass insulators, but recall that you are not of the trees. The trees are above us, guiding us, like stars. You are of the mud.

At Camper Bay we came to the first cable car. For some reason I decided not to take it, instead picking my way over the river on rocks. I pitched my little tent facing the wrong way in the trees so that I opened the vestibule with about a foot to spare from a wall of roots. I'll get better at knowing where it opens once I put the groundsheet down, I thought.

I felt some dread about the prospect of so much more trail like this. Chatted around a fire a while with F—— and S——- and C—— and the co-travelling co. until after dark and then crawled into bed. Sleeping bag. Bed euphemistically.

Exhaustion worked a fever effect on my subconscious. According to my journal I dreamed that night of a murder mystery involving crossdressing dwarves and a gas-leaking fireplace in an old house. When the detective turned up the flue to demonstrate how the old lady had been seeing hallucinations caused by the gas, my dream-self (present as I guess a sort of Watson-type) saw a flayed-red face with desperate hands pressing against the inside of the corneas of the face’s huge black eyes. It sounds scary but within the dream I knew it was a hallucination so I couldn’t be scared. Yet somehow knowing I was hallucinating within an unknowing hallucination kicked me back up the layers of waking into lying on my thermarest with the the Pacific surf sounding. Who knows if that was an omen.

[pcttrailsidereader]

A Sierra Storm

This past week in Northern California has been unsettled with nightly thunderstorms in the mountains. After a quiet fire season, we are now dealing with several dozen fires. While I am not in the mountain now, it made me think about some prior lightning encounters.

A summer storm in the Sierra is hardly a unique mountain experience. Yet I find them disconcerting … underscoring our vulnerability and insignificance.  I’ve been known to make promises in the midst of the alpine pyrotechnics that I still need to make good on. This story shares one particular episode just north of Muir Pass, on the stony shores of Wanda Lake.

RH

The National Weather Service calculates that my odds of being struck by lightning any given year is literally one in a million.  Just about the same as my odds of winning a gold medal in the Olympics.  As I sat tucked on my Thermarest pad trying to minimize any direct contact with the ground, I could feel the tension throughout my body.  My racing heart, shallow breathing, and knotted stomach.  Another flash illuminated the tent followed almost immediately by the demoralizing explosion of thunder.  Our little foxhole felt so incredibly vulnerable.

 Flash.  BOOM.

I stole a glance at Howard and Jim.  We were each mouthing the numbers as we counted between the flash and the thunder.  For a while we had been able to count and joke.  For the past eternity – perhaps ten minutes – we were happy to get to “1001” or “1002”.

Flash.                    BOOM.

A little longer.  Maybe the storm is passing.  Several rumbles chase each other down the valley, tripping and tumbling as they go.

Flash.BOOM

My body tightened.  I just hoped that it wasn’t my time yet.  You have to be fatalistic in these storms.  You are completely powerless. Impotent.  A minor actor on an immense stage.

We had started early to make the first climb into Evolution Valley in the cool of first light. That seemed so long ago now.  We made steady progress as the trail paralleled that series of beautiful meadows that follow the meanders of Evolution Creek.  After some half dozen miles of this leisurely stroll the trail climbed steeply into another hanging valley, the Evolution Basin.  We made an extended stop at Evolution Lake to do laundry and wait out the most intense part of the day. At 10,800’, trees are scarce and the sun fierce.  Through the mid-afternoon the skies had remained perfectly clear offering no hint of things to come.

          Grey granite walls touch

          Translucent blue waters that

          Reflect the heavens.

Flash… 1001 … 1002 … 1003 … BOOM

The lightning and thunder brought me out of my reverie and back to the present.  I stretched my legs quickly and pulled the sleeping bag around me to preserve the warmth.  This was the quiet between.  The waiting.

Flash … 1001 … 1002 … BOOM

Flash. 1001  BOOM  

“Damn,” I muttered.  Jim suggested that we should count faster.

As we had passed Sapphire Lake I can remember thinking, as I eyed the skies, “Probably not the best time to be heading into such an exposed world.”  Ah, the wisdom of hindsight. 

About 6:45 p.m. we topped the bench that dams Wanda Lake.  Just, and I mean precisely at that moment, as we took our packs off the rain began.  The first few drops gave us the illusion that we had ample time to select a suitable tent site.  That was not the case.

Almost immediately the rain transitioned from drops to sheets and with it a chilling wind swept across the lake. The rocky landscape offered little protection and a few totally inadequate tent sites, ones we would have scoffed at any other time. 

The leader of a Sierra Club outing group camped nearby amidst a jumble of rocks, motioned to us that there was a flat space near them.  Even as efficient as we were at erecting the tent after more than a week on the trail, we were pretty wet by the time we had the tent up and packs somewhat protected.  Then the lightning had begun.

          In this high country

          With lightning in a barren land

          I feel so naked.

Frankly there is little I find more terrifying in the high country than lightning, that massive electrostatic discharge caused by unbalanced electric charge in the atmosphere. 

“Separate,” yelled the Sierra Club trip leader. 

Flash                               BOOM.

We huddled in the tent.  The thunder reverberated off the surrounding peaks.  It was the hall of the mountain king with tympany pounding and cymbals crashing.  The rain alternated sleet, hail, and rain.  I took my sleeping bag and dry clothes from my pack sheltered (somewhat) in the vestibule.  Jim and Howard’s resources were under pack covers well outside the tent. We put on my clothes and covered our legs with the sleeping bag as the temperature dropped.  The sweat and precipitation that had dampened us, now began to chill us .  The wind buffeted the tent bending the tent wall toward us.

Flash… 1001 … 1002 … BOOM.

We waited.

Flash … 100BOOM

Too close.

Fortunately, the whole episode lasted about an hour.  Not an atypical Sierra storm. It was twilight by the time the storm was spent.  In the waning evening light we made a quick dinner, appreciated the illuminated peaks around Wanda Lake, and watched (rather ironically) the stars as they appeared.  No cards tonight.  Perhaps a few prayers. 

[canadian-bacon-eh]

I’m *that* Subaru driver. Got a thermarest and sleeping bag permanently set up in the back, as well as a hiking backpack, mountain bike, scrambling shoes, and like 3 sticker covered nalgenes

[spiteswallow]

Hey! What would you keep in your bag for post-apocalyptic emergencies? As part of your everyday life?

I keep a pretty extensive emergency stash in my truck in case I'm ever stranded or if I encounter someone in need. pets or kids or disability needs might change this list but here's a start:

tools: big knife or machete, pocket knife, multitool such as a Leatherman, duct tape, rope, sewing kit w/ safety pins, a couple firestarting methods, rags and towels, vehicle-specific stuff like jumper cables, mag lite and batteries, CASH (set aside spare change and singles for an emergency stash)

sustenance: a couple dehydrated meal packs, gallon of water and a way to filter more, electrolyte tabs, instant coffee, small backpacking stove w/ gas & mess kit

medical: first aid kit (i buy mine here), Vetericyn hydrogel (veterinary antimicrobial spray but it's human safe and works better than Neosporin et al), tampons/pads, sunscreen, bug spray

shelter: a small cheap sleeping bag and Thermarest sleeping pad, blankets (used as seat covers), contractor trash bags (they're sturdy and multipurpose, have used as tarps and rain ponchos before)

signaling/orientation: compass, whistle, signal flares, brightly colored surveyor's tape, US road atlas and a few local maps, an expired copy of my drivers' license so I can be ID'd if lost

most of this stuff fits in a small backpack which I keep in the storage space under my back seat. if you have a car i really recommend building a kit like this. i've been stuck in blizzards or behind washed-out roads before and I can wait it out pretty comfortably. i've given away things like cash, tampons, food and water etc to people I've come across... even the sleeping bag once. that's the biggest value of this to me and by far the most utility I've gotten out of it, so I try to be frugal gearwise and buy things i can easily replace.

in terms of every day carry, like if I'm going out in the woods and have a backpack, I'm carrying the multitool and duct tape and firestarter and a stripped-down first aid kit, a knife on my belt, extra layers of clothes and/or rain jacket, high energy foods and lots of water. i know guns aren't everyone's bag but I do carry a .38 from time to time.

[catboybiologist]

Good ole thermarest "egg carton" style sleeping mat!

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