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Expedition Leader
When you think about flying, it's nuts really. Here you are at about 40,000 feet, screaming along at 700 miles an hour and you're sitting there drinking Diet Pepsi and eating peanuts. It just doesn't make any sense. - David Letterman
The following tale is true, and about this ultra-cool shower tent. The thread, though, is inspired by this comment.
I used to have a Paha-Que. I don’t own it any more. I paid money for it, and it was a last minute purchase before embarking on two weeks in Mexico. The UPS man delivered the package a day before we left, and I promptly took it into the backyard and set about learning how it set up.
The handy instructions indicated I could do it in 5 minutes. Yeah, and not a second quicker. Once erected, the tent strangely resembles a rocket. “Hmm, that’s funny” I thought to myself. But it’s nice and spacious inside, the horizontal poles work great for hanging a towel.
Months later (oh, about 20 showers), we found ourselves setting up camp at Goosenecks state Park in Southern Utah. It looked like this:
(photo blatantly ripped off from kcowyo)
I staked the Paha-Que into the ground, placed large stones on the corners, and set up a table and chairs to mark our camp. Then we drove to Monument Valley for a sunset backroad journey. It looked like this:
“Hey, check it out! A dust storm is coming. That’s cool”
Moments later: “Wow. Sure is a lot of wind.”
More moments later: “I wonder if this storm hit camp.”
Response: “Aw, man. I hope the chairs didn’t fly off into the canyon. That would suck.”
Driving back into Goosenecks after our excursion: “Hmm. I don’t see the shower tent up. Must have fallen over. I think I still see the chairs.”
“You don’t think it flew off do you?”
“Not a chance. I staked it and put four huge rocks inside. No way. It’s just laying over or something. I see the chairs toppled over.”
2 minutes later . . .
“Where’s the tent? Chairs are still here. Thank God we’ve got a place to sit.”
Four large rocks held the floor of the tent to the red ground. Two stakes still in the earth, the other two missing. And the Paha-Que? Probably soaring to New Mexico, or floating down the San Juan. If anyone got to see the her take flight, I’d consider him lucky to see such a hilarious sight as that thing shaking itself free from the ground and - POP! – I’d like to think that it zipped in the air and didn’t hit ground for at least 300 yards.
Here’s to the flight of the Paha-Que, for showing in all the bliss that nakedness affords. This whole ordeal cost me $200.
But by golly, we were happy anyway.
Expedition showering today:
The following tale is true, and about this ultra-cool shower tent. The thread, though, is inspired by this comment.
I used to have a Paha-Que. I don’t own it any more. I paid money for it, and it was a last minute purchase before embarking on two weeks in Mexico. The UPS man delivered the package a day before we left, and I promptly took it into the backyard and set about learning how it set up.
The handy instructions indicated I could do it in 5 minutes. Yeah, and not a second quicker. Once erected, the tent strangely resembles a rocket. “Hmm, that’s funny” I thought to myself. But it’s nice and spacious inside, the horizontal poles work great for hanging a towel.
Months later (oh, about 20 showers), we found ourselves setting up camp at Goosenecks state Park in Southern Utah. It looked like this:
(photo blatantly ripped off from kcowyo)
I staked the Paha-Que into the ground, placed large stones on the corners, and set up a table and chairs to mark our camp. Then we drove to Monument Valley for a sunset backroad journey. It looked like this:
“Hey, check it out! A dust storm is coming. That’s cool”
Moments later: “Wow. Sure is a lot of wind.”
More moments later: “I wonder if this storm hit camp.”
Response: “Aw, man. I hope the chairs didn’t fly off into the canyon. That would suck.”
Driving back into Goosenecks after our excursion: “Hmm. I don’t see the shower tent up. Must have fallen over. I think I still see the chairs.”
“You don’t think it flew off do you?”
“Not a chance. I staked it and put four huge rocks inside. No way. It’s just laying over or something. I see the chairs toppled over.”
2 minutes later . . .
“Where’s the tent? Chairs are still here. Thank God we’ve got a place to sit.”
Four large rocks held the floor of the tent to the red ground. Two stakes still in the earth, the other two missing. And the Paha-Que? Probably soaring to New Mexico, or floating down the San Juan. If anyone got to see the her take flight, I’d consider him lucky to see such a hilarious sight as that thing shaking itself free from the ground and - POP! – I’d like to think that it zipped in the air and didn’t hit ground for at least 300 yards.
Here’s to the flight of the Paha-Que, for showing in all the bliss that nakedness affords. This whole ordeal cost me $200.
But by golly, we were happy anyway.
Expedition showering today:
