There’s something I like to do outside that I didn’t mention yesterday. I like to hang out in our tipi. I know, I know, I’ve never told you about the tipi. And technically it’s not ours, it just lives in our garage and belongs to Dale’s Boy Scout troop. The cool thing about providing storage, though, is that we can occasionally set it up and enjoy it.
And that’s what we did on Sunday. And by “we” I mean that Dale set it up and I enjoyed it.
Have you ever been inside a tipi? They are fairly spacious and structurally quite beautiful.
The poles reach towards the sky and the white canvas stretches over them.
We listened to music while we were out there. We started with Native American dance and pow wow music but then morphed to folk music. It was relaxing and wonderful.
We had ourselves a little fire in the tipi. We didn’t need it much for warmth but it helped take away the dampness of the day.
As evening fell we cooked a steak over that fire. The tipi smelled fantastic then and Dale declared that was just about the best steak he’d ever had.
I’m sure the neighbors think we are weirdos but honestly, I don’t care. It’s so awesome to be able to go out in the backyard but feel like you’re a million miles away.
You just can’t beat that feeling.