On my recent ride from Brisbane, I made used of a tried and true sleeping bag: a cheapie from Big W. I once thought it was warm, but when it came to wearing five layers of wool, a winter hat and woollen gloves – inside the sleeping bag – I realised it had lost its thermal mojo. Especially when I was talking with Harold (whom I met on the way), who looked puzzled at my comments about cold nights. ‘But I have a down sleeping bag’, he said.
That did it. After some searching I discovered a pile of goose down sleeping bags and snapped one up (at a big sale). It weighs a mere 80o grams, keeps you toasty, naked, to sub-zero temperatures and packs into a rediculously small bag. I even tried it out last night, just to check. ‘Kn’oath it’s warm.
But it does make one wonder, in light of the endless number of down bags available: the world must be full of very many naked and cold geese and ducks.