Thursday, January 8, 2009

The Holy Flannel Sleeping Bag

The last vestige of my old bag is shown here and was used as part of a floor when I lived in the Tipi. Old Dusty dog used it as a headrest when he came up the ridge for a visit. Back in the 1950s this red flannel bag was given to me by my Mom for outdoor trips and so it has a very special meaning to me, though it has disintegrated over time and is now lost to the ages.

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