At 85 degrees I had to stow the normal winter jacket, the snowmobile suit pants, and the snowmobile jacket.  The pants went into the backpack, but the only place for the two jackets was rolled up in front of me.  It worked, but I felt cluttered up a bit, especially when stopping for gas.  I could hardly walk like this, never mind going into the gas station or rest room.  Each time I had to undo it all and set aside this pile of stuff (jackets, mittens, backpack, butt-bag).  This routine must have amused the local folks.

    Thanks to my broken camera, this is re-created after the trip.
 

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