My mom is great. I had lunch with her the day before I left for Alaska, and she asked me if I had remembered to pack a jacket. I had been planning this thing for a year, and yes, I definitely remembered that I might need a jacket when riding through northern Canada and into Alaska.
Well, I think that it was day 3 where I realized that I had all my layers around my torso, but I was still cold. So... we stopped at Wal-mart, and I bought a zippered hoodie to make sure I could stay warm. Somehow, moms always know.
And don't worry mom, I got cold from time to time, but always slept warm. And we made it.