Towing a Nimrod tent trailer behind his station wagon, George Laycock, well-known camping authority, takes his family into Banff National Park in Alberta. Laycock uses a tent fly on his trailer, providing a bugproof area for dining.
The happiest moments may be those spent under canvas-under the canvas of a Nimrod tent or camping trailer. Traveling to and through Alaska in a tent camper was high adventure plus warm companionship. At various times the tent flaps faced such magnificent scenes as Mendenhall Glacier near Juneau, the formidable Wrangell Mountains and the highest point on the continent, Mt. McKinley. At the last place a grizzly bear visited the camp, and on snowy slopes just above it one could always see a band of white Dall sheep.
Another summer one cruised the Trans Canada Highway with a Nimrod in tow and dettheed up the mountain road through Banff and Jasper National Parks where every bend in the road is another calendar scene. They could call this the calendar highway.
Still another summer was spent wandering about Montana, and maybe this was the most memorable of all. One doesn’t have to be Montanan by birth, but will long had a mad love affair with the state. The Treasure State is one place where a man with a tent camper can live at least ftheteen days a week.
One had set up the camper on a public access site (which one had all to theselves) beside the Madison River not far south of Ennis. An hour or two of daylight still remained and was spent fly casting.
That evening it was necessary to cook the trout inside the camper because a light rain began to fall and a cold wind blew. But the sound of rain on the taut canvas, blended with the soft rush of the river, was a symphony that only a camper could ever enjoy.
