Gear Review: Rumpl Wrap Sack — Is It Backpacker-Ready or Just Campground Cool?

 

🏕️ Gear Review: Rumpl Wrap Sack — Is It Backpacker-Ready or Just Campground Cool?

Preface: I’m an avid backpacker who’s always hunting for gear that balances comfort, weight, and packability. I’ve had my eye on the Rumpl Wrap Sack for a while now because — let’s be honest — it just looks so damn cool. A cozy, hooded sleeping bag that isn’t a mummy? I was intrigued.

I finally pulled the trigger and ordered one on REI. Mine was $200 flat, but its on sale now until May 26th for 187.39 It arrived yesterday.

📦 First Impressions:

The design is awesome. The shape, the style — it stands out from your typical backcountry bag lineup. But this thing is chunky. It weighs in around 6 lbs and does not compress well. It took up a ton of space in my 50L pack, and I had to leave behind my thermals and extra blanket for my test run.

❄️ Field Test Conditions:

Took it out last night in the Northern Colorado mountains with temps dropping to about 22°F. Perfect testing environment for a new bag.

👍 What I Loved:

  • Spacious and warm — lots of room to move around without feeling trapped like in a mummy bag. My small dog fit inside as well(though a bit cramped).

  • Thick, comfy bottom/middle layer — felt plush and insulating.

  • Adjustable hood — wide and flexible, though it had some issues (see below).

👎 What Fell Short:

  • The weight — 6 lbs is hefty for a backpacking bag.

  • Poor compression — takes up valuable pack space.

  • Hood coverage — not deep enough to fully cover your head, especially without the brand’s specific pillow.

  • Foot zipper draft — when I stretched out, cold air crept in from the zipper area. A simple fabric flap could fix this.

  • No neck cinch system — without a way to tighten the neck area, cold air sneaks in around the shoulders.

  • "Cape Clip" system for Rumpl blankets — hard to manage with cold fingers.

📝 Final Thoughts:

This is a killer late spring/early fall car camping bag or a casual overnight option, but it’s not quite ready for serious backcountry miles. If Rumpl ever makes a lightweight, backpacker-specific version with down or a hybrid fill, I’m first in line. Don’t pay me — just send me one when you do.

Location: Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, USA

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