So here’s a funny story…..
We were digging out our camping gear and Kirk pulled out the tent. Something niggled at the back of my mind…the colour….not quite right.
Kirk sad. “No, we got rid of the old tent, why would we keep two?”
Fair enough….but the colour…..
We set it up and pulled the fly on….didn’t seem right to me.
The next morning I as still looking sideways at it.
Kirk assured me it was the right tent.
Buuuuut…..
Then I was thinking about the last time we went camping. Not exactly recent, but I do recall a vestibule where we stashed some of our gear while we were tenting on a motorcycle trip….yet….no vestibule on that teal blue tent…..
I said to Kirk.
“I don’t think this is the right tent.”
Much discussion, much disagreement.
I know we have another tent.
More disagreement.
Later I crawled inside and looked at the seam tape…quite worn. I think the my self ‘this is an old tent…..older than the tent I acquired about the years ago as an award….I know Mom gave us the blue tent many more than ten years ago….”
I pulled up the last time we went tenting…on the motorcycles….in my blog.
Found some photos.
Two motorcycles in Nakusp…..no blue tent….a green tent…..
Time to tear the place apart.
Found another tent.
It was green.
🤣
Only one of us was laughing.
It was me…….
Closer to being ready for another motorcycle trip….with a green tent.
Giving the blue tent away so we don’t find ourselves here again.
