"Frogwatch" wrote in message
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The only time we ever got wet in our tents was once when it flooded
and the water rose higher than the waterproofing on the sides of the
tent (6"). The only time our tent fell down was when it was hit by a
hot air balloon.


My favourite camping story.
It was one of those damp cool summers back in the '70s.
I was desperate for some R&R in the sunshine so I packed my VW with the old
rotten tent I had overpaid for when I bought it 2nd hand at $10.00 and
headed to Prince Edward Island, where the Gulf of St Lawrence water was much
warmed than the North Atlantic.
As usual, when travelling over there by ferry after work, you would arrive
around midnight when all the provincial and federal park campgrounds were
already full.
Tired and wanting to sleep, I cruised the north shore road until I saw a
whole pile of bell type tents in a field.
I pulled in and found the place empty. I errected my old tent in-between a
line of them and went to sleep.
A little more than an hour later I was awakened by multiple female voices
screaming "there's a man there'.
What the $#%$ ....I figured maybe there was a prowler/thief casing the tents
for valuables. Next thing I knew I had multiple flashlights in my face with
the women threatening to call the Mounties/park wardens etc on me. (must
have been related to JustHate)
They ordered me to packup and leave ASAP or the law was coming. I explained
how I got there with multiple apologies and drove off in the darkness.
I found another field nearby, set my tent up again and got some sleep.
The campground I invaded was for a Girl Guide group who were all being
treated to a drive-in movie when I arrived.