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Curious how cold / inclement weather has been that people have camped outdoors in? (In a tent, NOT in an RV or the like).
I often go to an annual gathering each Columbus Day / Indigenous Peoples Day (the second weekend in October) in New York state. The weather has ranged from balmy to mid-high 30s F (a few degrees above zero, C). Last time there was 2018, and it wasn't held 2020, or 2021. The setup is such that if you want to live in a dorm bunkhouse setting, you can - but I always tent as I am a light sleeper and one cannot avoid the snorers.
At this gathering, food is supplied, and since we can't set camp fires there, I eat the supplied food, which is usually pretty good.
But there have been some interesting times.
There's a photo somewhere around of one of our group paddling a canoe through the main outdoor gathering region.... it had rained that much. I and my friends had camped on the other side of the stream (which was now nearly a river) and had precarious times crossing the thing. There was the night (a better weather year) where we were awakened by a pack of incoming coyotes. I knew they weren't going to attack, but the howls were coming closer - my city buddy was very unnerved! I do bring many blankets and a good solid sleeping bag.
Then there was the camping event on the far west of the state, essentially almost in Ohio, where I set up my tent upon arrival one late Saturday night. About three hours later, a storm raced through. Ah, good, my tend is fine and intact. I went in to sleep, and fortunately put the bag with my clothing and camera and such up at the far end by my feet. I blew up a sleeping mattress, and nestled down. Ah, another storm front raced through, and my tent semi-collapsed. Well, nothing I could do in the dark, and it was dry enough where I was... woke up at dawn and everything was floating, except fortunately the bag up to the right of my feet. My air mattress was floating. (And yes, I was on a higher ground... It was the way the tent fell and siphoned water in.)
It rained for the rest of that week. Seriously, every day. ALL day. On the final day, when I availed myself of the camp showers to divest myself of the mud before the 7 or 8 hour time to drive home, the sun FINALLY came out.
I often go to an annual gathering each Columbus Day / Indigenous Peoples Day (the second weekend in October) in New York state. The weather has ranged from balmy to mid-high 30s F (a few degrees above zero, C). Last time there was 2018, and it wasn't held 2020, or 2021. The setup is such that if you want to live in a dorm bunkhouse setting, you can - but I always tent as I am a light sleeper and one cannot avoid the snorers.
At this gathering, food is supplied, and since we can't set camp fires there, I eat the supplied food, which is usually pretty good.
But there have been some interesting times.
There's a photo somewhere around of one of our group paddling a canoe through the main outdoor gathering region.... it had rained that much. I and my friends had camped on the other side of the stream (which was now nearly a river) and had precarious times crossing the thing. There was the night (a better weather year) where we were awakened by a pack of incoming coyotes. I knew they weren't going to attack, but the howls were coming closer - my city buddy was very unnerved! I do bring many blankets and a good solid sleeping bag.
Then there was the camping event on the far west of the state, essentially almost in Ohio, where I set up my tent upon arrival one late Saturday night. About three hours later, a storm raced through. Ah, good, my tend is fine and intact. I went in to sleep, and fortunately put the bag with my clothing and camera and such up at the far end by my feet. I blew up a sleeping mattress, and nestled down. Ah, another storm front raced through, and my tent semi-collapsed. Well, nothing I could do in the dark, and it was dry enough where I was... woke up at dawn and everything was floating, except fortunately the bag up to the right of my feet. My air mattress was floating. (And yes, I was on a higher ground... It was the way the tent fell and siphoned water in.)
It rained for the rest of that week. Seriously, every day. ALL day. On the final day, when I availed myself of the camp showers to divest myself of the mud before the 7 or 8 hour time to drive home, the sun FINALLY came out.