I think the only repair work my sister had to do to the tent over the years was to replace the zipper. Yes - it was made of heavy canvas, but I have many fond memories of camping in that tent, and being teased by an older brother who loved to scare the bejesus out of me late at night. Normally after falling to sleep, I would be awakened by something scratching on the sides of the tent, accompanied by scary growling noises and blood-curdling howls. It was all part of the fun of wilderness camping and the camping lifestyle I grew up with!
While Coleman offers several nice stove models, we went with the dual fuel for one simple reason – fuel availability. Sometimes Coleman fuel can be hard to find when you are camping clear out in the boonies - 40 to 50 miles from the closest town. Since you can use unleaded gas with this stove, as long as there is a gas station nearby you’ll never have to worry about finding stove fuel. No more racing another shopper down the camping isles at the local Walmart or sporting goods store, trying to beat them to that last can of fuel on the shelves. The wheels of your shopping cart leaving black marks on the floor as you set the world indoor speeding record.
Ha Ha! you may laugh – but no truer words were spoken! Camping folk can be mighty competitive when it comes to shopping for items that are hard to find, or it short supply. Ever watch a bunch of campers fighting over the last package of toilet tissue at the local camp store? Seriously, it can get downright ugly and dangerous! Once while shopping for some fishing tackle, I saw two women fighting over the very last red and white fishing bobber in the store.
Both women were scanning the shelves for the same item, and the first woman, a rather big, busty dishwater blonde (mid 30's) quickly snatched the last bobber, which angered the 2nd woman, a thin athletic looking redhead in her early 20's. "PARDON ME - but the store was going to hold that for me", she told the blonde, who gave her a dirty look and said "Hold it for you, Really? A fishing bobber?" As she was turning away, the redhead had the audacity to slap the bobber out of the first woman’s hand. Then as the bobber bounced down the aisle, there was a mad scramble for it that left both ladies sprawling on the floor.
The redhead came up with the bobber, and the blonde came up with a handful of the redhead's hair. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and was totally shocked by their behavior - you would have thought they were fighting over something precious like a diamond ring instead of a 25 cent fishing bobber…… They were still arguing when I left them. Another customer at the end of the isle who witnessed the argument, asked me what they were fighting over as I passed him on the aisle. Unable to keep from smiling , I told him it was one of those cheap plastic fishing bobbers. “So, who won?” he inquired. "I think the Redhead", I replied, and he just shook his head, and started to chuckle…..
Poor Don! Every once in a while as I am making breakfast, I accidently burn his pancakes or cremate his sausages. I can’t blame it on breaking in our new stove this time, because it started working perfectly right out of the box. Unfortunately I got a little distracted watching a woodpecker who was busy making a new nesting hole in the side of an old dead tree near our camp. It’s not the first time this has happened, and our dogs usually benefit by getting my culinary mistakes. While Cricket can be a picky eater, and usually turns up her nose at my slightly cremated pancakes, both Breezy and Rocket could care less if the pancakes are a little black around the edges….. the darker the better!