Our tent, of Dubai, UAE, passed away suddenly in April 2010 on an island near Abu Dhabi.
Our tent is survived by Heidi and Barry who appreciated the shelter it provided throughout these two years of memorable camping trips.
Our tent came to be after two camping trips with a borrowed tent. After those two trips we realised that we would be doing much more camping during our time in the UAE. We took a trip to the local Carefour to select our tent and since then it travelled with us to the desert, mountain terrain and through wind and rain. Our tent grew used to the UAE sights and soon ventured to Oman where it proved to be more than just any tent and provided comfort in the highest of altitudes.
The dung beetles of the desert were damaging and left a hole in the side of our tent during a hot September camping trip and we then we noticed his poles getting weak. Not wanting to retire he stood strong with the help of gorilla tape and was happy to provide shelter and never was a struggle to put up until that one windy night on an island in the Arabian Gulf.
The wind was constant and strong. We placed him beside a stronger tent to shield him from the most wind but nothing stopped the relentless pull of Gulf winds against the tent walls. Even with ropes our tent was bending with the wind. We piled sand against the tent to keep it on the ground and although it didn’t look very welcoming, we decided that sleeping inside of the tent was better than sleeping on the ground – it turned out to be the last and most comfortable night we spent in our tent and because the fly couldn’t be attached we had a full view of the stars and moon.
Goodbye tent.
1 comment:
You forgot to mention that it had survived an overnight swarming by mountain goats.
RIP, Tent. Thanks for all the great memories.
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