In '92 or '93, we went camping with the Hilbishes to the Santee Cooper. Our tent, the Wagener Dome, could hold our entire family, but the Hilbishes had two tents: the kids tent and the parents tent. We all tucked our kids in bed and sat up by the fire playing games. When it was time for bed, Tom and I were surprised to see Dave plugging in an electric fan. It was a very cool evening, why would they want a fan? We watched with fascination. Suddenly, the burst of wind from the fan inflated their tent. It rose from the ground in glorious fashion, they crawled inside, snuggled up and went to sleep. By morning, we realized they had no tent poles and required the fan to keep the tent inflated. By morning, we also realized they were pretty much frozen.
Patti didn't like it.
I have to say, she likes it now and takes her daughter camping a few times each year. But she didn't care for it back then and we let her stay home sometimes. Like for this 2001 backpacking trip to Pisgah National Forest, we let her stay back with Marci. If you don't like to camp, you'll most likely HATE backpacking.
Tommy and I are clearly heavy laden. And I'm just now wondering why Marj had no backpack? I'm sure Tommy can answer that for us.
But here I am on another backpacking trip. (I went four times, max) With Tom, Cousin David whom you all know so well, and my brother Steve, who seems to be taking a leak here, but really he's not. I don't think. BTW, if you don't know my brother, click on his name. Please.
So this was in the Smoky Mtns. in 1990, Friday the 13th. Honestly, we went backpacking on Friday the 13th. It rained hard the whole time. (hence the garbage bags on the packs) We didn't have much expensive gear back then, mostly garbage bags and bungee cords.
We ate hamburger helper without the hamburger and enjoyed hot koolaid in lieu of coffee. It was, as I recall, "a mite aggressive with subtle hints of strawberry." And definitely no caffeine. But I digress.