I spent five days in a canvas wall tent. We were moose hunting. No wood stove. Just a lot of tired people snoring and passing gas. We were hunting in October in Canada. And woke to snow on the ground one morning and shelf ice on the lake. The hunt was exciting, and it was fun being with the gang, but I was sure glad to get home to my house, gas furnace, warm dry bed, running water, and hot showers.

I have a lot of admiration for people that "live wild." We take so much for granted. If you doubt that, let the power go out for a couple hours and listen to the people howl! Those that live in tents, cabins, with no water or heat other then what they can gather, are a special breed of people. I've often wondered if I could have done it. Perhaps when I was young (and crazy). But not anymore.

Those are beautiful pictures of camps. Excellent Tepees, and covers. I really like those kind of pictures.