While attending the Colorado Springs Muzzleloaders Assoc. Annual Memorial Day Shoot I camped out in a friend's tipi. There is something magical about sleeping in a tipi that is almost mystical and I couldn't help but daydream about the way it might have been long ago on the plains then the tipi was the family home, not just a nostalgic tent.
These are all pictures of the same tipi taken at different times of the day. The first is at sunrise. The top flap remained open overnight to provide ventilation for the campfire that warmed the tipi through the cold hours of the night. The second pictures was taken just after sundown. The sky eventually cleared to reveal thousands of stars sparkling like diamonds which were viewable through the open flap.
A campfire not only provided warmth and light, it added entertainment when the children discovered their shadows. Looking up from the inside of the tipi one is amazed by the simplicity of the structure.
Rain took over towards the end of the weekend but it didn't dampen any spirits. The tipi became a gathering place for everyone to warm up and socialize. After a couple of days the smoke from the campfire had seasoned the flaps of the tipi an earthy color.