0 Degree Moonstone Sleeping bag

[jmircetich]

Steelheaders:
I have a 0 degree, Moonstone, Down (650 fil) sleepingbag for sale. This bag is three years old, packs small, very light and extremely warm for those fall and winter trips. This bag is in as new condition.
My wife got me another bag (I guess she wants me out of the house) and now I have no use for this. I paid $450 for the bag new, I just want $200 for it and will ship it. It comes with a storage bag and a stuff sack.
Contact me via e-mail: jmircetich@rescue.k12.ca.us
or call: (916) 524-3897
Jon

[Bill Kiene semi-retired]

That sounds like a great deal.

If I was 20 years younger, I would jump on it.

This reminds me of the time in January/February ~1977? on the Matole River when we slept right on the ocean one night.

It was me, Melvin Jeffs, Galen Geller and someone else? but I can remember who now. Mel and I slept in his pickup canopy and it was hellish cold. When we woke up in the early AM Geller was under a big canvas tarp on the ground in a sleeping bag. There was frost on the tarp except in the very middle where steam was coming off from his body heat.

I am too old for that stuff now but the memories are still fresh.

A friend told me that the best part of a day of winter Steelheading was when it was over.

[Adam Grace]

Bill, I understand that a sixty year old man might have trouble jumping.

So just try to give it a simple HOP

[Bill Kiene semi-retired]

Here is Galen's email reply today:

"Billy,
I was with Phil Romig, he slept in his truck
(inside a cozy canopy). Me, being the anti-canopy
kinda guy I am, decided to sleep in the field. I
believe I put down first a plastic tarp, then two
moving pad type blankets, crawled into the sleeping
bag, and rolled the whole mess up like a burrito.
Lemme tell ya, that was the coldest burrito I ever
had!!! Shit, I had to chip myself out of my ice
coffin at dawn. Phil said he looked out in the field,
couldn't see me since the now ice meadow had swallowed
me, but then heard some sort of rumbling like the
Yukon waking up for the spring. Then I emerged from
my icey cocoon to fish yet another day just to be
ignored by all that swim.
The lesson learned from that experience: you
cannot kill an Irishman by hypothermia. Plus it goes
to show what length an Irishman will go to avoiding
accepting the canopy life. Arrrr...a stubborn breed
we be. -Galen-"