Last week we went to Westcliffe where my mother has a small cabin.
A few people sleep outside on the deck but most everyone sleeps in tents.
Zippy and I’ve pitched our tent in the same place for years,
a slightly sloped, rocky spot beneath some pine trees.
I don’t get very good sleep while there and after a few nights of that, I’m exhausted.
So, this year we (um, I) decided we should have tent platforms.
Via Craigslist, I found enough secondhand Trex decking for two 10′ x 12′ platforms
and in early July we loaded that and a bunch of other lumber into a 16′ rental truck and took it down.
Here’s where we built the first platform (for Zebu and Wildebeest) last week:
Here are Zippy and Zebu working hard to build a level frame (Wildebeest was off chasing a gorilla
Zippy and Zebu are math-heads, and they had a grand time measuring and strategizing
while I served as beast of burden and moved lumber and tools as needed.
They made great progress that first day but we had to pause while it stormed:
When we finished, the boys had what turned out to be The Best Morning Spot on the property . . .
shade until ten in the a.m., baby!
We built Zippy’s and my platform after that (note the 9 on the headboard; Zebu and I drove into
town for drill bits and when he saw the house numbers on display, insisted we get some. He
and Wildebeest are number 4 while I opted for "number nine, number nine" in honor of The Beatles):
And now Zippy and I have this glorious view of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains:
But even better, we sleep well.