As I came to scouting age, a lightweight nylon tent when hiking, a cowboy bedroll when equipment didn't have to be carried and when on horseback w/ packmule with Dad, Uncles, and older cousins. I couldn't find a picture of mine, but here's one that's very similar. They are the teardrops of the "fabric" camping experience ... EVERYTHING (except the dutch oven) rolled up all in one somewhat compact package. To camp ... unroll and crawl in. In poor or cold weather, the loose fabric at the top can be pulled over your head. When it's nice, push it away and have a perfect view of the stars.


Late teenage years and for several years out of college I didn't do much camping ... After starting my own family we tent camped with extended family. Mom and Dad still used the Aristocrat and eventually moved up to a small 5th wheel trailer while I used several different large tents and eventually upgraded to an Aristocrat like my parents, but quite a bit larger than theirs (if you call 13' large.) (I'm finding that all of my pictures are of people and scenery and not our trailers/equipment...something that I must rectify from now on.)
The last five years, we've been somewhat on a camping hiatus again, primarily to finish up my parents dream home. There has been some extensive "Yamping" in the process, however. The foundation was poured in the '80's but Dad's first cancer experience and relocating for Mom to have a career put the home on hold for almost 30 years. Unfortunately, Dad didn't survive his third bout with cancer and passed away last November. He was excited about my interest in teardrops, and if the house wouldn't have been the priority, he undoubtedly would have built one. The house only needs cabinets and minor finish work to be done, then I can put my efforts on my tear, followed soon after by rebuilding Mom and Dad's Aristocrat with something similar to "The Big Pink." With luck, perhaps Mom will be able to join us in it (with luck she won't figure out what I'm up to until I present her with the finished product.)