I have so many fond memories of experiences in hot tents.
Of course, canvas and steel to start out with. Nostalgic images of a group of Boy Scouts hanging out in a hot tent and feeding the little wood stove with scraps of wood we collected from the winter landscape.
But we migrated to silnylon and Ti and my son Chase and I have tons of terrific experiences in tents like this (a TiGoat specifically – in fact, the one Sam now has!):
* A ten-below night at Mammoth Hot Springs. Brr! Fun. He slept like a baby. He was littler then, like 11 y.o.
* One April night deep up in Beartrap Canyon on Montana’s Madison River, we got hammered with snow. The whole thing collapsed on us at 6 am – broke one of those big thick carbon fiber center poles! Nope, they aren’t bombproof. Fortunately the stove had died out by then!
* A more recent (2014?) October night in the Gallatin NF with our pal Rory. We’re all older by then, more introspective, lots of great conversation. I remember tying into a giant cutthroat – 24″? – at the lake where we were camped, on a Tenkara Hane. It broke me off. I was not happy to have lost that battle! I retreated with my tail between my legs into the hot tent and licked my wounds. I think that one was a Ruta Locura.
* Stephanie and I spent a night in the TiGoat on a freezing but starry night on the shores of Leigh Lake as part of one of our wedding anniversary packrafting / hiking trips. Best tent partner ever. Great tent for romance with the wood burning stove and all.
I love hot tents!