Some striking possibilities for cottonwoods
13.06.10
I have always loved the concept of sleeping outdoors in a tent.
For some intelligence, however, the concept has never loved me back and I
have had no end of trouble with tents.
These issues have prevailed regardless of my age or the quality of
the appurtenances.
One time I was taken by boat to stealth camp for a few days to
watch for bad guys stressful to remove large breeding fish from the
biologists' research nets. This was to be a lightless, fireless,
portable radio-silent camp and the weather promised to be cold and rainy but
I was not worried.
I had been provided with a disgrace new, double-walled,
ultra-marvelous tent. The quartermaster handed me this marvel upright
moments before we left in the boat but assured me there would be no
problem. He averred it could be erected easily by a reckless monkey in
a sandstorm.
This was an apt description for when I was dropped off, it was
pitch black and a nasty wind was pushing a giddy rain under the
tree canopy. Under these conditions, assembling the tent proved
beyond me and I spent the blackness huddled under some piece of
fabric.
Source: Glens Falls Post-Star