Ok, so here are some pictures of my tent.
This is pretty standard McCarthy-style digs. Most seasonal employees are living in some variation of tent/shack/hut, etc.
Personally, I think this tent is pretty sweet. In terms of wall tents this one is luxury. Check out the van seat couch, spacious shelving, and desk. Not only that, but I landscaped the front yard, adding a stone walkway.
However, the walkway hasn’t settled, and the moist upturned dirt attracted mosquitos.
Still, it’s all fun.
Here are some pictures of the real estate, followed by a brief meditation on tent life. Cheers.
transcribed from the traveling, yellow, spiral bound notebook of 2010:
When I get back to the tent, late at night, I check the temperature recorded on my Casio alarm clock.
Sometimes, if it’s been sunny all day, the temperature reads sixty degrees.
Sometimes it has rained all day. The mountaintops are dusted with fresh snow. A person can see their breath. On night like this the temperature is down into the lower forties.
I zip into two sleeping bags, insulating myself against the cold, and I wonder, somewhat amused . . . .