“After 14 hours of climbing, covered with cuts, bruises and cracking lips, I stumble into camp, darkness approaches as a storm blows in from the West. Quickly, I set up my tent and climb in. I settle into my nest of blankets, quilts and sleeping bags. With a rush, the brute of the storm hits. I relax, this tent has been my home for a year. My mind at ease, aching muscles recovering, I drift off to sleep. Thankful, safe, nestled in the security of my Treeline Tent.”

@tristynbulter