camping

The Flying, Springbar Tent


The following journal entry is from one of my MANY camping trips to southern Utah. This trip, Karen, Alison and I went down ahead of the boys and set up camp. The boys left so late that they stopped in Cedar City to park and sleep for the night so we were all alone in our rather large tent the first night. This was a good thing because somehow a pillow fight started and eventually it was really hot in the tent and nobody wanted to sleep in their PJs or in a sleeping bag or with the windows zipped shut. Also, the tent could “fly” because we had forgotten the stakes so the rocks and poles we’d come up with as workarounds held down bits and pieces of the springbar tent, while the rest of it floated, therefore flying. I’m sure we had a DELICIOUS dinner that night (we were experts at campfire cooking) and I do remember hearing some strange bird or creature that loudly flew over our campsite late in the night. The sound: “Shhhhhhe shhhe shhhe.” And that’s how the tent was named the “SheSheSha.”