My Grandpa turned 90 earlier this week and we went to Milwaukee to celebrate. Of course; I had to sleep outside. When we arrived after a seven-hour drive, I immediately started piling snow for another quinzhee. After I shoveled Grandpa’s driveway, anyway. After a few hours and help from my dad, sister, and cousin from Arizona (it was an interesting experience for him), I finished a new, much smaller bedroom. Much, much smaller. I could hardly stretch out inside, and my nose was an inch away from the ceiling last night when I used it. I slept fine, though. The balmy Milwaukee weather was so warm I left my sleeping bags unzipped and didn’t use my hot water bottle. Tonight’s supposed to be a little colder, but don’t think it’ll be a problem. Happy 90th birthday, Grandpa!