You can rent these to camp in the park, but they say no pets, so Lily wasn't happy with that.
The sun sparkled through the trees and covered his tent with a lovely pattern. He woke to the cool air and snuggled even deeper into the soft blankets. This is a time of year when he didn’t want to get up, just to savor the wonderful feel of the mornings. He often lay just listening to the world around him and trying to identify all the different sounds. A breeze carried excitement as he listened to a dove calling out, with a jay answering back. A rumble was carried up the river valley and the sun faded as a few clouds carried in a much needed storm. He got up and pulled a chair inside with him and let a tiny dog chase after a sparrow before they both returned to enjoy the wonderful cool of the morning. Rain began to move across the hills and he was happy not to have to do anything but listen to the stillness as all out on the prairie watched the new weather pattern. Just as fast as it came in, it left him waiting for the sun to return its charm to his tent. A new pattern showed the delicious sheen left by the rain and he began to think of the pastries he had in the car. They were calling out but became delayed thoughts as he rolled over and wrapped back up in those soft blankets. The wind occasionally moved the soaked tree branches providing an occasional shower to enjoy again. The dove began its song and lulled him back asleep.