I don't even like to talk about how many sleeping bags I have.
For years, in my camping and hiking adventures, pathetic though they may seem, I have always struggled with the problem of sleeping bags. I am too tall apparently, and only relatively short people are supposed to do such things. Of course, I am an anomaly in a lot of ways from other camper/hikers (besides all the other anomalies I have generally with humans), as I prefer my equipment ultra-cheap and relatively light, in that order. If I pay more than $50 for a piece of equipment, I must really, really think it is going to save the world or some such.
Over time, I have collected an assortment of bags, each with features I had hoped that I would like, hoping one day to stumble upon that "holy grail" of fit, comfort, and utility. Lightning hasn't struck yet, but even so far as yesterday, I keep trying.
Of course, when it comes to sleeping bags, cheap and light rarely come together. I am told that part of the fun of camping and hiking is the procurement and testing of new equipment, but I have never gotten into that aspect particularly. If a bag is lightweight, it costs a ton, as it is typically stuffed with down (a whole bunch of it) or contains some new-fangled synthetic batting that hasn't come down in cost yet. The cheap bags end up being crammed full of shredded jeans or other recycled fluffy stuff (they may even have an asbestos one for all I know), so they end up weighing 5 or 6 pounds. That's heavy, as Marty McFly would say on several levels.
Then, you couple that with the length issue. I am 6'3'' tall and standard bags are cut all wrong for me, just like beds, pants, and just about everything else that seems to be standardized back in the days when 5'0" must have been the average height. Tall bags are definitely made, but they seem to be a specialty item and the price reflects that. By nature, a tall bag needs more material and more batting to cover more area, so it will also be heavier than standard, to add insult to injury.
Some cheap, tall, and light bags are actually starting to make an appearance, but I can now add a new criteria to the mix: thermal rating! The bag that meet my original criteria are often only rather down to 50 degrees and get described as "summer-only" bags. That really doesn't work for me because I often car-camp on into the edges of winter, ending as late as December and picking up again as early as February. However, as my lovely wife will attest, I am one hot-blooded guy and put out heat like a furnace, so I higher-temp-rated bag might actually work for me out of its intended season. This would be the first example of a hope that I have always had about life which I call the Psychic Proximity Principle: You will gravitate toward a place and circumstance that actually fit you and your nature.
So, I am brought back to the cunundrum. But, I happened to be a Sam's Club yesterday and they had a Coleman 4-in-1 sleeping bag for about $30. Of course, it weighs like it is filled with rocks, but I bought it and will try it out tonight for the car-camping that I do when I overnight for my work. I have yet to even try a bag made for tall people (they say it works up to 6'6" or 6'4" depending on who you ask) and I am hoping it goes well. I am really tired of having to fold myself like a pretzel to fit in a bag and stay warm!
Update: Well, I used the bag on 8/3, but it was so hot all night long that I just opened it out and slept atop it. It has a nice-feeling liner, which you can take out and use separately, which is one of its selling points. So, I cannot say if it even fits, but I am hanging onto it.
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03 August 2011
22 July 2011
On Being Offended
Everyone always focuses on a person who is being offended, their tender feelings, and moving mountains in defending that tender heart. I think it is high time we spend a bit more time on those who offend, what makes them so offensive, and either helping them or, more often, ourselves to change.
Now, I am certainly not advocating for some "anything goes" attitude about something as important as how people live. There are such things as community standards and these need to be honored when we are out in public. It is sad to see some glorified "do-good-er" from a far-away, culturally-denuded place come to an area and immediately begin working diligently (as only "community activists" can) to remove aspects of life that, here it comes, they find offensive.
As an eleven-year-old, I attended a tiny country school in a village called Grady in the arid grasslands of eastern New Mexico. I was not a hunter, nor were my parents or grandparents, but it became obvious to me that everyone else in this area, where my mother's family has lived and worked for four generations, obviously love hunting quite a lot. School was even interrupted during the late fall as the Hunter Safety Course came to town so that all the school children could attend before the beginning of the big deer and elk hunts. This was a ranching and apparently, a hunting village. Although I never participated, I tried to be supportive of the local cuture in my own ignorant way. We got along well enough in spite of our cultural differences.
Now, a nice couple moved in from California, attracted by the cheap land, wide open spaces, abundant sunshine, and the cool, starry nights that are punctuated by coyote (a native wild dog) calls that are almost the calling cards of the American Southwest. I suppose all was well until this gentle couple ran up against some local traditional cultural event which offended them: the school-sponsored annual coyote shoot.
You see, in eastern New Mexico and most of the rest of the western US, coyotes are a menace. They chase down and kill livestock upon which ranchers and the economy that surrounds them depend. Every time you eat a hamburger or a steak, it is because a coyote didn't manage to get to some cow first. Since ranchers originally came to this area, killing a coyote has not only been legal year-round (there is no "season" for it as with other species) but has been rewarded by government payments. Supporting the local economy is just that important! In Grady, it is a major annual fund-raising event to kill as many coyotes as you can and bring the carcases to the government agent for payment. At least, that's my understanding of it.
Now I know a bit about California as well; I was born and raised in Orange County until I was eight-years-old. I knew that beef came magically from some butcher shop and that it was wrong to kill any animal because they are all part of a beautiful circle of life upon which humans are evil predators. Or so I was taught by Disneyland that was only five miles from my home. I don't really think I had seen a dead animal, except on TV or as occasional street-kill, until I moved out to live in my mother's homeland on the prairie.
I can imagine that these nice California folks had taken many trips to "the West", slept in some fine B&Bs, watched the long stretches of yellow, brown, and red from their speeding automobile, met the cheery tourist trap operators along the interstate, and fallen in love with dressing in leather clothes, donning turquoise jewelry, and going "native American earth-mama" like Hollywood and popular culture portray. Now that they finally sold their over-valued California home and bought their surprisingly large bit of "retirement" prairie, they get all upset about what it takes to live and work in a real ranching place. Their precious coyote calls are occasionally silenced and, like paying admission to see a horror movie with a deceptive and enticingly romantic trailer, they started complaining loudly and demanding that things change to suit their postcard dreams.
Well, politics being what it is, the school had to pull out of the event it had sponsored for probably almost 100 years, all for offending two Californians who had arrived a few month earlier. Fortunately, a local group of families held the event anyway and just gave the proceeds to the school - the culture has managed to limp forward somehow against the wishes of tourists. Although probably angry at getting trumped in their desire to rescue the majestic "Santa-Fe-watercolor" coyote from those satanic ranchers, the "hippies" have come to the village and made their mark in destroying a culture and way of life. I am sure they congratulate themselves often when they write home to their California friends and report how they are "civilizing" the heathen Westerners.
Of course, I don't know that couple at all and can be sure that I paint this situation unfairly, but it highlights the biggest problem I have with the whole concept of "offense": the hideous things offended people force everyone around them to do. If it wasn't so acceptable to be offended, this would be recognized as the most brutal tool of the passive-aggressive behavior!
I am against acts of force categorically. I think much time and discussion should be invested into any decision to force any situation on others, especially if the person wanting force to be applied is new to the scene and not a real contributor to the local culture. Of course, that is what a democratic government is designed to do: inflict the standards of one group on another through force. However, we constantly hear a cacophony of shrill voices chanting that they are offended by one thing or another that other people are saying or doing, and that means something has to stop and has to stop right now. I would even go so far as to call "taking offense" a variant of ethnic-cleansing and race-baiting.
The word "offended" should be excised from our vocabularies. We should punish our children when they use it and we should ignore or (better) shun adults that say such unintelligent and over-emotionalized things. So much wickedness and hemogeny (a terrible evil all its own) is bred by outside influences "tut-tutting" the ways and means that have served a people well for centuries. So many places, livelihoods, and ways-of-life have been eliminated by the far-too-often whined and Disney-esque emotional offense.
So, the next time you go out of your way to placate someone who is being offended, remember Grady and that something that contributed to their life and livelihood has been stolen away from them, just to please the convenient sensibilities of some outsiders. Don't let it happen and don't ever allow yourself to become offended!
Now, I am certainly not advocating for some "anything goes" attitude about something as important as how people live. There are such things as community standards and these need to be honored when we are out in public. It is sad to see some glorified "do-good-er" from a far-away, culturally-denuded place come to an area and immediately begin working diligently (as only "community activists" can) to remove aspects of life that, here it comes, they find offensive.
As an eleven-year-old, I attended a tiny country school in a village called Grady in the arid grasslands of eastern New Mexico. I was not a hunter, nor were my parents or grandparents, but it became obvious to me that everyone else in this area, where my mother's family has lived and worked for four generations, obviously love hunting quite a lot. School was even interrupted during the late fall as the Hunter Safety Course came to town so that all the school children could attend before the beginning of the big deer and elk hunts. This was a ranching and apparently, a hunting village. Although I never participated, I tried to be supportive of the local cuture in my own ignorant way. We got along well enough in spite of our cultural differences.
Now, a nice couple moved in from California, attracted by the cheap land, wide open spaces, abundant sunshine, and the cool, starry nights that are punctuated by coyote (a native wild dog) calls that are almost the calling cards of the American Southwest. I suppose all was well until this gentle couple ran up against some local traditional cultural event which offended them: the school-sponsored annual coyote shoot.
You see, in eastern New Mexico and most of the rest of the western US, coyotes are a menace. They chase down and kill livestock upon which ranchers and the economy that surrounds them depend. Every time you eat a hamburger or a steak, it is because a coyote didn't manage to get to some cow first. Since ranchers originally came to this area, killing a coyote has not only been legal year-round (there is no "season" for it as with other species) but has been rewarded by government payments. Supporting the local economy is just that important! In Grady, it is a major annual fund-raising event to kill as many coyotes as you can and bring the carcases to the government agent for payment. At least, that's my understanding of it.
Now I know a bit about California as well; I was born and raised in Orange County until I was eight-years-old. I knew that beef came magically from some butcher shop and that it was wrong to kill any animal because they are all part of a beautiful circle of life upon which humans are evil predators. Or so I was taught by Disneyland that was only five miles from my home. I don't really think I had seen a dead animal, except on TV or as occasional street-kill, until I moved out to live in my mother's homeland on the prairie.
I can imagine that these nice California folks had taken many trips to "the West", slept in some fine B&Bs, watched the long stretches of yellow, brown, and red from their speeding automobile, met the cheery tourist trap operators along the interstate, and fallen in love with dressing in leather clothes, donning turquoise jewelry, and going "native American earth-mama" like Hollywood and popular culture portray. Now that they finally sold their over-valued California home and bought their surprisingly large bit of "retirement" prairie, they get all upset about what it takes to live and work in a real ranching place. Their precious coyote calls are occasionally silenced and, like paying admission to see a horror movie with a deceptive and enticingly romantic trailer, they started complaining loudly and demanding that things change to suit their postcard dreams.
Well, politics being what it is, the school had to pull out of the event it had sponsored for probably almost 100 years, all for offending two Californians who had arrived a few month earlier. Fortunately, a local group of families held the event anyway and just gave the proceeds to the school - the culture has managed to limp forward somehow against the wishes of tourists. Although probably angry at getting trumped in their desire to rescue the majestic "Santa-Fe-watercolor" coyote from those satanic ranchers, the "hippies" have come to the village and made their mark in destroying a culture and way of life. I am sure they congratulate themselves often when they write home to their California friends and report how they are "civilizing" the heathen Westerners.
Of course, I don't know that couple at all and can be sure that I paint this situation unfairly, but it highlights the biggest problem I have with the whole concept of "offense": the hideous things offended people force everyone around them to do. If it wasn't so acceptable to be offended, this would be recognized as the most brutal tool of the passive-aggressive behavior!
I am against acts of force categorically. I think much time and discussion should be invested into any decision to force any situation on others, especially if the person wanting force to be applied is new to the scene and not a real contributor to the local culture. Of course, that is what a democratic government is designed to do: inflict the standards of one group on another through force. However, we constantly hear a cacophony of shrill voices chanting that they are offended by one thing or another that other people are saying or doing, and that means something has to stop and has to stop right now. I would even go so far as to call "taking offense" a variant of ethnic-cleansing and race-baiting.
The word "offended" should be excised from our vocabularies. We should punish our children when they use it and we should ignore or (better) shun adults that say such unintelligent and over-emotionalized things. So much wickedness and hemogeny (a terrible evil all its own) is bred by outside influences "tut-tutting" the ways and means that have served a people well for centuries. So many places, livelihoods, and ways-of-life have been eliminated by the far-too-often whined and Disney-esque emotional offense.
So, the next time you go out of your way to placate someone who is being offended, remember Grady and that something that contributed to their life and livelihood has been stolen away from them, just to please the convenient sensibilities of some outsiders. Don't let it happen and don't ever allow yourself to become offended!
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