Word: tented
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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First there is the search for a level patch of ground, then the epic struggle to pitch the tent. After that, the traditional U.S. camper eats out of cans, bathes in an icy stream, and strangles in his clammy sleeping bag-all the while fending off the onslaughts of hungry bears and raccoons and innumerable species of creepy crawly insects...
...popular have camper buses become that of the 1,400 families that "safaried" into West Springfield, Mass., recently for a gathering of the New England Chapter of the Family Camping Association, only 462 came with tents or tent trailers; the rest arrived in motorized cabins on wheels. "It's not the camping, it's the traveling," explained Connecticut's Earl Ferrin, father of three. "We couldn't afford it using motels." Ferrin, who had not camped a day in his life until last year, when he converted a 60-passenger school bus, is planning to pack...
Seducing the Diehards. For the budget-minded, refurbishing old buses is the cheapest route to luxury camping. "We went tenting in the Smoky Mountains one time and spent an entire week inside the tent in the rain," recalls Bill Roberts of Clearwater, Fla. No more. Roberts and his wife spent $2,000 buying and transforming an old bus into a mobile three-room apartment, now go out almost every weekend with friends who own similar rigs. Camper buses are ideal for families with children. Reason: the kids get less restless en route because they have room to play...
Tates' house in Monteagle, near Chattanooga, he was told there was no room. "You would have to camp on the lawn," said Mrs. Tate, who was already busy with a novel, her family, three guests and the cooking. Lowell bought a pup tent at Sears, Roebuck, pitched it on the lawn, moved in, and slept there for two months...
...religion, and he renounced Catholicism. Nor was marriage a solace; it was another theater for his inner dissension. He and his wife wrote in separate rooms of a big old farmhouse. Years later, he remembered: How quivering and fierce we were. There snowbound together/ Simmering like wasps/ In our tent of books!/ Poor ghost, old love, speak/ With your old voice/ Of flaming insight/ That kept us awake all night. In one bed and apart . . . They were divorced...