Every year, my Family kicks off the summer – aka camp season – with a weekend in the high desert, where it is a flashy hot 90 degree Fahrenheit during the day and drops to the 40s at night. My desperate husband tries to accommodate his dog, wife and children every year by filling our entire truck with every variety of sleeping materials we own, from lightweight linings to camping desks to my 0-degree mummy bag.
How can you arrange sleep material if everyone in your family has different heat tolerances (my son and husband run hot, my daughter and I run very, very cold); If everyone goes to bed at different times; And if your tent sometimes suffocates and sometimes freezes? We thanked ourselves for constantly waking up and adjusting layers, moving under extra blankets, zipping the mummy bag or pushing against other bodies in the tent (that is, my son’s strategy, and I do not recommend it).
This year we solved the problem with the Rumpl Wrap Sack ($ 250). This is the most amazing sleeping bag I have ever used. My son stole the tester who sent Rumpl, then we had to buy my daughter another. I want it back!
Sleeping burrito
Courtesy of rei
The rumpl is a synthetic sleeping bag. It is assessed for 20 degrees Fahrenheit and (by rumpl) tested to temperature up to 10 degrees. You can also order a camp pillow in matching color roads ($ 60) that fits neatly in the bonnet. It solved the problem of my children who just grabbed the pillows right of their beds to sleep in the dirt for three days.
However, the temperature ratings are misleading because the genius of the wraps is that you can choose exactly how much isolation you want. The sleeping bag is really a cutting, foldable sleeping blanket. You can open it completely if you are warm at 20:00; Turn one layer up to your child when the temperature dropped 10 degrees at 22:00; Then turn on another layer at 1 or 2 hours as it gets even colder, such as a burrito in fun colors.
“But Adrienne,” you say, “can’t you do it with a backpack cover?” Interesting what you ask. I have try. This is why my husband got the habit of packing almost every kind of sleeping bed we ever owned for each trip. You have not yet known a true, exhausted despair before it is 1 hour in the morning after a full day of swimming and walking; You are trapped in a tent with your whole family, far from civilization; And your children sobbed hard as they walk around in the pitch-black darkness and try to find the exact right layers.
This one is too hot! This one is too cold! The zipper is stuck! The dog fested! We endured these Rigmarols for so many nights, just for all of us to fall into an exhausted intoxication at 4am when the sun starts to get out, and wakes up at 9am, just as the tent starts to bake.