I feel pretty confident that I am in a very elite group of people who
have been called by their parents to come over and help erect a tipi.
Super Son would have taken my keys and driven himself
if it had meant getting there faster.
We carried poles, positioned them,
adjusted and repositioned them 278 times and once we had them in position
moved them one more time and tested them.
My father swears that a 10 year old boy dangling from the rope
was actually the recommended way of testing the hold.
Sure Dad, and I have leprosy.
The instruction manual recommended that we:
1 - read the instructions
2 - do not listen to anyone who says they have erected a tipi before
3 - if you are tempted to ignore #2 go back and read #1
and repeat until you regain your senses
Apparently we are unable to follow instructions and are not
in full control of our sensibilities because we didn't read them.
And I say "we" loosely because I spent much of this time tromping around in the bushes taking pictures and laughing at the commentary about not reading the instructions and listening to the resident "tipi erection expert"
After a while someone *cough* me *cough* found the instruction
manual and proceeded to read the infamous instructions
(that actually did tell you to dangle from the rope and not to listen to
anyone who has erected a tipi before *sorry Dad, I take it back*).
We managed to figure out what we were missing and finish the project.
And if you are ever visiting and wonder just where my children
have gotten off to you are sure to find them in the tipi.
They are after all the only kids who have grandparents who call
on a random Sunday to see if we are free to set one up.
And if you ever want to setup one of your own, feel free to call, we will
joyfully cheer for you while all refusing to be the resident tipi
expert and insisting that you read your own dang manual.