Sleeping Bag

We've been invited to go camping this Canadian Thanksgiving holiday weekend. A good friend and her family have a yearly Turkey Day tradition that involves camping and roasting a whole turkey on a hand-crank spit over a campfire. The weekend forecast here is calling for some major downpours but what the heck, it's only water, right?

So, in anticipation, I dug out the smallest sleeping bag I could find and introduced Miki to it lastnight. She loved it, very soft and cuddly. Of course we were hanging out on the floor in front of a warm, flickering fire in the woodstove at the time; it'll be a completely different story by tomorrow night when the 3 of us are crammed in a wet, nylon tent listening to the deluge hammering around us.

Gobble, gobble, gobble and Happy Canadian Thanksgiving!