I washed anyway, though. The main thing I had to get done was an old sleeping bag that needed to be done by hand. It was old and dirty and smelly, and got done in the trough with a bunch of eucalyptus woolwash. I figure it couldn't hurt. Actually washing the thing turned out to be like an old martial arts film I've seen, with Yuen Biao doing his training via some creative laundry. The fucken thing weighed so much when it was wet. Plus I had to take off my tshirt because it was just getting soaked. So here I am straining with a heavy lump of bedding, not even sure if what I'm doing is actually cleaning it or not. Sure felt like I was doing something impressive, though.