Ok, so the Swiss tent had treated us good. We figured we had it around for about 4 or 5 years. Some of you even had the pleasure of crashing in it a few times on the float trips. There were a few times when people we didn't even know wandered in through the course of the night. One particular instance when someone swore at one point there was a midget that had taken residence but vanished in the morning. Memories... But alas "The Taj" had met its match in Rocky and was merely limping through its existence. He had to go. I'd like to think that he would've understood.
We could have gone to Wally World and gotten something along the same lines, but that would be too easy. It was time to take it up a notch. Something fitting of this Northern Latitude. Without further ado, we present Fort Harper.

Pretty cool, huh? Yeah, but before you go out a grab one let me point out that this tent isn't exactly a quick setup. Of course we thought 90 degrees with 95 percent humidity, setting up a new canvas tent weighing upwards of a 100lbs would also be just the kind of relationship test Kel and I needed. (Caveat: Still married!)

For anyone interested, it has a steel conduit frame for an internal structure, but can be set up using only rope if needed.

You probably can't tell, but that is one exhausted smile, and I am drenched. It was not raining. It came along pretty smoothly from there. I know, I know more pictures less talk. Here is a shot of the roof from the inside.

It is fireproof, and looking to the future we procured a wood stove to go along with it. The only hurdle now will be to quell Kelly's love for fire so that she doesn't burn us all alive. I mean that in the sincerest fashion, of course.

The tent is 14 x16 and has plenty of room for us and the pups. Though with all that room Rocky still insists on sleeping right next to me by the bed. I'd like to think it is his sentiment for me, but lets face facts. I'm the fattest person in that tent and I put off a good deal of heat.

Other than that not too much happening on the Eastern seaboard. We're still deciding on our next gig and are figuring something in the South East for the Winter and then perhaps somewhere in the North West for the next winter. That is at best a very loose plan and may change tomorrow. Eh, whadda ya gunna do, eh? Ok, time to head into the woods to kill a moose for a proper mount above the tent doors.

























