Here is what my campsite at Parker Pass (11,100 feet) looked like on Tuesday morning: covered in a thick layer of frost, which was fine since I was sleeping in a 0 degree well water-proofed down bag, however disaster would come later. In an effort to shake the sleeping bag free of frost before stowing it, I neglected to take my knife out of the foot of the bag (it must have fallen out of my pocket in the night) and the edge of the knife handle was enough to tear the bag to ribbons as I shook the bag. Feathers were everywhere. It was not a banner moment for John. Luckily it is a North Face bag so I took it back to the store when I returned to San Francisco and they were very friendly and said they could get it re-stuffed and sewn up for me. Awesome!