Unfortunately for him, we had other things to worry about, such as the low temperature that night being somewhere around 45 and the fact that our sleeping bags weren't as warm as we'd hoped. I spent most of the night awake, just as I thought I might, but instead of being paranoid about every sound I heard, I was alternating between trying to find a good way to keep myself warm and worrying about the dog, who I was convinced would freeze to death if not snuggled under my sleeping bag with me. This led to very little sleep in some very uncomfortable positions. But we survived and I like to think that it was better than waking up in a puddle of sweat.
In the end, I'm glad we went, because the mountains were beautiful this morning, and it was nice to take advantage of living so close to the Rockies. And also because I am really good at toasting marshmallows, and outside of camping that's not a skill I get to use very often. In fact I'm pretty sure I won't be using it again until it's warm outside.

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