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Given that my posts usually come out on Monday and it’s already Wednesday you may accurately surmise it’s taking me a little bit to get my feet back on the ground after our camping trip.  For the most part we had perfect weather, great company, fabulous food and a lot of support.

Orion in our camp with the new tent in the background.  You can tell we had lots of help.

Orion in our camp with the new tent in the background. You can tell we had lots of help.

However,

The Tent:  Setting up really was as easy as I hoped.  The space was very comfortable and workable.  The design, not so resilient.   The high point of this tent is unsupported, but rather suspended between two “air poles”.  So it’s not really ever as high as it’s supposed to be.   I’m 5′ 10″  The tent is supposed to stand at 6′ 2″.  There was “room” to stand up, but when I did my head became the support for the center of the tent.  I shouldn’t have even touched the ceiling at that point.

Also problematic is that this suspension structure allows for the accumulation of rain.  Water is heavy.  A bunch of water (either in a sustained rain or a downpour) will make this tent collapse upon itself.  Unfortunately the rear window is open at the top and when the tent is collapsed it forms a sluice for the water to pour into the tent.  It doesn’t really matter that the tent itself is waterproof if water is being funneled in by the gallon.

The Back: I don’t know that I’ve talked about my own problems with back pain, degenerative discs and over all “less than able-ness”.   I may have mentioned a time or two about my own experiences with disability, but generally refer all attention to my wheelchair dependent son.

This time I had the “perfect storm” of low back pain.  It was raining – all night.  I had little sleep and when the tent did collapse I was trying to get out from under the tent and off of an air mattress at the same time.  Do you see quick movement and unsupported back here?  Add to that the damp and the small issue of peri-menapausal flood along with a week of camping with Orion and perhaps you can begin to imagine the pain I was in the morning of pack out.

Karina jumped right into packing us up.

Karina jumped right into packing us up.

I made a 911 call to my daughter, Karina, who dropped everything and drove out to pack me up and drive me – not back home, but to the ER.   They gave me great drugs, decided it was a “soft tissue injury” and sent me on my way.  The doctor (who really didn’t listen to a thing I said) suggested that I keep moving rather than taking to bed, I might even “push it” a little.   He clearly wasn’t aware that he was sending me off to get Orion on the bus the next morning, unpack two car loads of camping gear, lay out everything to dry (since we packed up in that rain) and do 2 weeks worth of laundry.

ThankfullyOrion’s Dad came down as expected to help load up and take him off.  He also brought Orion’s step mother, so there was another driver for Karina’s car.   He also came as relieved Karina waiting for me in the ER so she could go on the double date she had scheduled that evening.

My friend Bonita, who’s featured in that link, came by on Tuesday to help me get everything unloaded and dried out.  She also hauled basket upon basket of dirty clothes down to the laundry room.  Karina swung by later to help roll it all back up and tuck it away for next year.   If I can manage to get the washing done Orion’s Dad will be by on Thursday to pick up Orion for dinner and haul clean clothes back up the stairs.

Several of my camping buddies have called to check up on me to see if I’m all right and if I need anything.  I’m grateful to be walking again and to be sleeping in my own bed.   It’s nice to know so many people care about me enough to step in when I just can’t go on.

More about the actual camping next week.  This week I’m trying to keep moving without over-doing.  Sorry the blog got put on the back burner, but I’m recovering.

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Shelter part I

That canvas bag we had to climb over to get into the van was the army tent.

That canvas bag we had to climb over to get into the van was the army tent.

I tell people I grew up in tents.  We were a family that liked to travel, but had limited means.  Most of our family trips involved cars and camping.  But that’s not the whole of it.  We would camp when we visited my Mom’s old roommate in Duluth.  We would camp when we visited my mother’s side of the family in Wisconsin.  We would camp on the weekends in the park reserve an hour (back then it was closer to an hour and a half) away from the house.

I’m guessing we started camping as soon as the three of us girls were all out of diapers.  Mostly because I can imagine my mother putting her foot down about diapers in the camp.  These are the days before disposables.  I do remember camping with the playpen.  When unruly toddlers got out of line or Mom really needed her attention on getting a meal together the playpen was the solution.

My Dad had a four man umbrella tent from his army days.  (He served in the Korean War.)  We used that for the five of us until we acquired a canvas 12×12  wall tent, immediately dubbed the “big tent”.  I remember the army tent, because it wasn’t “decommissioned”.

If we planned to pack out early or were only staying one night on those family vacations we were all squeezed into it again.  The army tent was much faster to take down and was often last in/first out in the packing scheme.  At 12 or probably 13 it became “my” tent.  I was old enough, and responsible enough, not to have to stay in the same “room” as the rest of the family.

In those days campsites weren’t quite as restrictive as they often are now.  People called us the ‘Besnett traveling circus’ because we would put up so much canvas.  We had the big tent, the army tent, a tarp, a screen tent and later “The Tent” (a custom design, hand-built affair and handy for ice fishing or summer camping).  Occasionally there was a second tarp and eventually a backpacking tent for the third sister.

By the time I was in Junior High we were pros.  We started the season with Memorial Day and camped weekends in September until it snowed.  We all went to summer school, back then you could take recreational classes.  As soon as school was out the tents were pitched at the local park reserve and we girls were left at camp while Mom and Dad commuted to work.

In August the allergy season is at its peak.  We would go home long enough to wash everything and repack and then head up into the “allergy free zone” in Canada.   That’s where I was, listening to BBC radio, when Nixon resigned.  We’d get back in time for labor day weekend camping closer to home and then weekends again once school started.

Camping on the road often meant Dad was scheduled to be out of town for a business convention.  Rather than fly and hotel it, he convinced work to pay for gas and camping fees and brought us all along.  I remember camping in New Orleans in November and being sad the pool wasn’t opened.  It was almost 70 degrees and we Minnesota girls wanted to swim!

 

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