It got up to 25 degrees today! Warm enough to sleep outside in a tent if your name is Corey Harms. Yes, I'm married to a wonderfully strange man. This is not the first time he has set up camp outside in the middle of winter, and I'm sure it won't be the last. He is gone on an overnight retreat with the youth, and he and at least two of the guys (who had to get parental permission) are sleeping outside. They tried to dig a big enough place to sleep out of a snow bank, but didn't have the time to get it done, so they are settling for a tent.
He is all about adventure (which often masks itself as insanity), and I long ago came to grips with the fact that, to him, these strange expeditions are a necessity. I have decided to just smile and believe that, as a boy, he is wired to find enjoyment in far different things than I. I could talk about the time he and his buddies camped out in their homemade teepee, (Our sleeping bags smelled like smoke for two years even after being washed!) but most of you who read this blog don't need me to convince you that Corey is... well, Corey.
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I sense that this will be the next family vacation!
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