I rolled out for a simple, no-fuss solo winter truck camping night in the woods with my co-pilot, Fiona—because it was her birthday and we were in full decompression mode. We wandered out onto a frozen marshy lake (middle of absolute nowhere type of vibe), found tracks, and soaked up the quiet until I remembered I forgot my gloves. When it’s “feels like 2°F,” that mistake will humble you quick, so we headed back to the truck to get camp set up. Backseat camp was the plan, and I tested a new -60°F Wiggy’s sleeping bag that my lovely bride got me—spoiler: I stayed perfectly warm. I also showed the VTOMAN Jump 1800 power station, and the big win for me was it doesn’t beep (beeping royally upsets Fiona, and we’re not doing that). Dinner was leftover stir fry heated inside the truck with my electric kettle setup, then we called it a night while the windows fogged up like they always do when you’ve got heat and a warm meal going. Morning came with oatmeal, almond butter, and coffee (Blackout’s Brutal Awakening), plus another quick walk on the frozen lake before packing it in. If you’re new here: I don’t sleep well indoors, but I sleep like a rock on trips like this—even when it’s bitter cold.