Sleeping like a dog.

I knew there had to be something I forgot to do for this trip.  After weeks --- months, really --- in the tent with Donner and his predecessors on my trips, often with them snuggled right up next to me (to keep themselves warm, not me), I decided two years after OTR-10 that it was time to clean the sleeping bags.  Oops, I forgot. This will certainly give new meaning to the expression, “Sleeping like a dog,” at least smelling like one as I sleep.