These cool mornin’s, I c’n feel the dampness creep inta my bones. I’ll be stiff all over till I git up ‘n git me some coffee goin’. That wetness’ll come at ya from both ways, the groun’ ‘n the air. I’ll try ‘n git me some cardboard er plastic, maybe, to lay down under my bag. Do a good job a keepin’ the groun’ dampness out. But the dew’ll be layin’ down thick on the top. That dew c’n git wet.  Some parts a the country it’ll soak inta yer sleepin’ bag like it was rain. Ever’ mornin’, b’fore rollin’ up my bag, I stretch it out in the sun to dry off. Git it good ‘n dry b’fore rollin’ it up, else it’ll be soggy ‘n damp when it comes time ta crawl back inside. Yeah, I stretch it out ta dry ‘n make me some coffee. Time I’m finished with the coffee, the stiffness’ll be outta my bones ‘n the bag’ll be set to roll up.

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