A friend emailed me several months ago that he was moving out west and would I like to have his tipi poles? Of course I would. So, since I was in Georgia and the poles were in Virginia, I asked Sue to pick them up. Which she did. In a monsoon.
Meanwhile, I ordered a tipi to go on the poles. It arrived in Virginia last month. I didn't. I recorded music in South Carolina, visited one of my daughters and her family on my way north, and finally caught up with the lodge yesterday.
It has been about a decade since my eighteen foot tipi died of dry rot after years of hard use and lots of great camps. This time I got a smaller one. I figure I camp by myself and I'm older than I was... so a fourteen foot lodge should be fine. Less canvas, less poles.
So yesterday after parking the motorhome, I set up the tipi. Loaded stuff for rendezvous into the van, slept, loaded more Stuff, took the lodge down, loaded it...
Now the motor home goes to the shop for electrical work and I'm going rendezvousing.
It looks so wrinkled. Yeah. New canvas is like that. Give it a camp or two. The instructions specifically say not to stretch the wrinkles out.
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