There is something about being on the Ice Age Trail in single degree weather. Wife sent me packing with a buddy for my birthday. I think she started a dangerous precedent.
43 lbs missed the ultra light mark by a shade but that had food for a week, not two days. A pound of summer sausage weighs a pound. Who knew?
I was packing for -7f. Clouds rolled in last minute and it only got down to 3. But windy! Likely negative teens to twentys windchill in a hammock without one of those nice wrap around tarps. In fact, my 'tarp' was a wool blanket.
I fell in love with bits of my gear and learned to trust it better.
I got cold, but never froze. My buddy with twice the weight froze his butt off. He was cold for a full week after the trip.
Oh, the unexpected clouds? I drove home into a blizzard. #irony