We have a serious problem with tents in this family. Last year we bought one and we were so excited to set it up and check it out. We carefully pulled all the pieces out of the box and low and behold – a missing pole. We returned it and never bought a new one so it was another summer of 4 people in a “6 man with teeny sleeping bags and no luggage or pillows” hexagon tent that I bought when I was 17 years old.
A couple days ago, the kids and I set out to our local Canadian Tire store to buy a tent I found online for 40% off. This sucker is a monster! 18′ x 12′ and 7’2″ high in the center with 2 closets and shelves. It’s a 10 man tent which is perfect for our pack-everything-including-the-kitchen-sink family of 4 (well honestly – it’s me that packs everything. I like to be prepared. If my husband had his way we’d pack ketchup and toilet paper and hunt for our own food). We went out to my mom and dad’s place to set this monstrosity up and spray it with that silicone stuff so it won’t leak on us in the event of torrential rain (as if we’d stay there in torrential rain). Everything was going awesome, the tent us up and we were ready to stake it out so we could leave it overnight to seal. That was when the unthinkable happened.
My husband and I decided that we could easily move it after it was all set up so it wasn’t crushing my dad’s new baby tree he planted last year. I took one corner, he took the opposite corner and we began to shimmy our way across the lawn. Keep in mind, we were moving something the size of a small garage and almost 2 feet taller then I am. I looked back and noticed a corner pole was not really following the tent when all of a sudden……SNAP. Wouldn’t you know it? One of the (cheap) plastic joints broke the holds the corner pole in. I swear, we are destined to sleep in that miniscule hex tent for the rest of our lives.
The good news is, I have a very determined husband who has vowed he will fix this piece so we don’t have to go through the rigamarole of trying to exchange a “used” tent. I use the term used very lightly here as it was set up for 1/2 an hour in my parents backyard and then repacked. We spent more time looking for the little pieces that flew everywhere then actually enjoying our new home away from home. The bad news – I have a broken tent. AGAIN. The tent Gods are not looking down on me.
He is currently out buying Crazy Glue. We’ll see what happens.
UPDATE: We got a whole new set of poles and the tent rules.