The Sierra. First Stretch: Kennedy Meadows to Olancha Pass Junction

I finally opened my eyes in the cold tent and sighed in irritation, letting out a visible column of breath.

I'd been awake for what seemed like hours. Hell, maybe I'd never actually fallen asleep. I adjusted my position in my sleeping bag for the twentieth time. Well, it wasn't my sleeping bag. I'd swapped out my 30F bag for Melanie's 20F bag, but it didn't feel any warmer... I was just barely able to fit inside the bag, so I was pushing into different parts of the sleeping bag, compressing the down and creating cold spots.

The 20F night wasn't helping.

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