In addition to the map, I am on month 23 the lunatic's mission to spend at least one night a month outside. This started as a group project when my kids were young. We made a valiant effort, but after four or five months, camping in the snow lost its allure and no amount of Legos or positive thinking could convince them to continue. 

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A few years later, I tried again, only to kink my neck after only a few fall camp trips. 

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On a whim, almost two years ago, I headed out of town posting up outside of Leadville. Winter and spring are feats of endurance in Gunnison, and I felt the need for even just a slightly different take on winter. It was on that trip that I remembered my old goal and decided to give it another round. Month after month went by and by the next winter I was within a slingshot of making it. At this point, Sam, now far too old to entertain his mother's flights of fancy, said, "well, mom, now you have to keep going." And that was all the double dog dare I needed. 

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And so now, here I am, and I have camped in my car, in tents, in the rain, in the snow, in the frigid nights of December, beside creeks and at the base of mountains at least once every four weeks for two years. At least one morning a month, I wake to the chill of the morning air on my cheeks. I don't know where this goal ends, but with any luck, someday some person will head home to their AI generated spouse and recount the time they ran into a short, grey haired woman who claimed to have camped 132 months in a row.