You may find yourself asking, when you’re supremely bored and there is no snow outside, “Where, Brody, oh where, do you sleep at night?”
That is a perfectly reasonable inquiry towards the life of a homeless skier.
Fortunately for you, I’m here (in the intraweb’s cyberspace) to answer your rhetorical, misdirected, and probably-never-asked questions.
Let me give you two examples of my bedding situations, taken from my current location in Lake Tahoe, California.
And no, Nimbus isn’t stealing my bed. I was stealing his.
When your comfort standards are as low as mine, a dog bed, floor, or mediocre tent are near perfect remedies to homelessness.