I love my sleeping bag. Some people were all up set when gay marriage became legal. They were worried that people would start marrying their cousins or even their dogs. Personally I would never marry my dog but I would marry my sleeping bag. For one thing we’ve been together for twenty-three wonderful years. He’s been with me all around the world, keeping me warm and dry. We first met in Seattle and it was love at first sight. He was everything that I was looking for.
I hope you don’t think it’s weird that our first trip together was on Phil and my honeymoon (not only that but the three of us slept together). Over the years we’ve slept together in the terai of Nepal, on buses in Egypt, the top of Mt McKinley and the bottom of Chile.
We’ve also been through some bad times together. The most recent, a month of sleeping on the floor in my garage while the house was renovated and sold. Because of Marmot, even on that concrete floor, I felt comfortable and safe. I think this proves the strength of our relationship.
Here we are, traveling across the continent and we’re still taking care of each other. Of course things have changed. Phil is no longer with us and three poodles and a fox* have joined the family.
Now, you might think having a marmot in a fox would be a dangerous thing. If my Fox were a grizzly we’d have a problem but the poodles, Marmot and Fox get along quite well. As a matter of fact, I catch the poodles and Marmot snuggling quite frequently.
In my opinion we’ve aged well together and we still have a many great years ahead of us. Now that I think about it, it just doesn’t get better than this.
You know, maybe marriage isn’t the answer. Why ruin a good thing? By now we’re probably partners by common-law anyway.
* The Arctic Fox Camper