In the meantime,

I have slept in a tent in the High Uintahs. 10,000 feet of elevation or so. It was our "not at a scout camp" summer camp, which was, I think, the summer I turned 13. We hiked in on Monday and out on Saturday and carried all the food and what-not with us, and got sleeted/snowed upon in July. 10,000 feet will do that to you. We slept by little lakes, fairly warm and shallow, and at dusk the bats would come out and eat mosquitoes and flitter across the surface of the lake...we were big fans of the bats, because MOSQUITOES!!! We would stand in the smoke from the fire, and that helped some, but we would get bitten through all our clothes.

It was really a pretty awesome experience. Makes me wish I still did that kind of stuff, although how I will find a week to wander around the Sierra Nevada (and in preference to all other activities that might fill that week) is beyond me.

I dunno. My friend B. tells me I am due to be a scoutmaster for about ten years because of my ride karma; maybe I'll get back to camping then.