[Tater]

Well, my story's nowhere near as bad as that. My buddy and I were going up camping one last time before he transfered out over Veteran's Day weekend (4-day weekend). On the way up it started to snow; a little as first then harder until it was just short of a blizzard. We decided to press on and see what the road up the mountain was like. Once we turned off the highway we got about 1 1/2 miles before we had to pull over. Jeff's tires weren't all that great for snow so he was sliding pretty good. We found a spot on the side of the road to pull off and set up the tent. Twice during the night the tent collapsed--once on Jeff's side and once on mine. Because our sleeping bags were so thick we didn't realize what had happened until the moisture had soaked through the bag. After that there was no getting warm. We each got up and put on as many clothes as we could but still shivered the rest of the night. The next morning, while having some coffee, the tent collapsed again. We decided that there was no way we were going to get up the mountain to our spot and, if we did, we probably wouldn't be able to drive out and neither of us wanted to hike out that far. Like I said, not as bad, but definitely memorable.