During our first night of camping in the November cold of the Squaw Flat Campground in Canyonlands, Jamie, David and I had burned trash, cardboard boxes and leftover wood from empty campsite's fire pits to help keep warm. Jamie was particularly cold. We bedded down in our tent. David and I each had fairly warm sleeping bags, but Jamie had borrowed hers at the last minute, and it was completely inadequate. During the night as David got hot, he would get up and pull off an article of clothing and go back to sleep. The next time he got up, the sweater or shirt he had shed would be gone, and he would see it on Jamie. At some point during the night, David and Jamie claim that I sat bolt upright and said, "Sand animals made of sand! No one gets that joke!" They say I then went back to sleep. -Richard
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