A Night in the Igloo
Tent camping in cold weather never seemed very appealing to me, but for a long time I’ve wanted to spend a night in an Igloo. Thanks to winter storm Jonas, I finally got that opportunity this year.
The first time I built an igloo was after the blizzard of 2010. The snow was powdery and it took several hours of spraying down snow with water and packing it before I got it constructed. That structure was too small for camping, but Landry and I were able to have a picnic inside.
When the forecast called for a blizzard this year, my boys started talking about building an igloo. I told them I wouldn’t be doing it unless the snow was wet and packed easily. But after Jonas dumped two feet of light, powdery snow, I changed my mind and built it anyway. Like before, it took a lot of water and a lot of work. This time I made it large enough for three people to spend the night. The end result was a bit odd-shaped; it wasn’t perfectly round like the igloos you see in a story book.
At first the igloo was not very sturdy, but as the week went on we got a few days of warmer weather that caused the snow to soften and then harden again at night. I also took some opportunities to pack more wet snow onto the structure. But the end of the week, the igloo was very sturdy.
On Friday night we decided it was time to put it to use. The nighttime temperature was forecasted to get down to about 15 degrees, so the challenge was going to be staying warm. Our sleeping bags were cheap ones, not rated for winter weather, so I wasn’t sure they’d keep us warm with each of us in separate bag and not benefiting from each other’s body heat. So we used blankets instead. I covered the floor of the igloo with a piece of plastic, and then put a piece of egg-crate foam and a blanket on top of that. Landry, Camden, and I laid on that and used three more heavy blankets on top. I also draped a folded blanket over the doorway tunnel to help keep the cold air from coming in. Cullen, our youngest son, wanted to join us, but there wasn’t enough room, and I wasn’t sure if he’d stay still enough to stay under the blankets.
It turned out to be a reasonably comfortable night. Our body heat warmed up the interior to the point that a few drops of water fell from the ceiling. A more perfectly shaped ceiling would have caused the water to run down the walls instead of dripping, but it wasn’t enough to cause a problem. But by the middle of the night the dripping stopped, meaning that the interior temperature had fallen some, but as morning came it started again as it began to warm up.
I’m not sure I’m ready to strike out into the wilderness to go igloo camping, but as long as I’m a short distance from a warm house, I’ll be ready to do it again the next time winter sends us a bunch of snow to work with.