Ozark Tent Review

Most people enjoy camping on weekends and for sometimes a week or so, but in my case, this is my never-ending camping trip. My wife got the house and I got the Ozark Trail 9' x 8' tent.  I am quite pleased with the quality of plasticky material of which this tent is made.  Sleeping on the ground is not all that it is cracked up to be, but callouses are finally begining to develop for me--at last! 

It is not really good for indoor cooking as the heat rising will eventually melt the upper portion of the plastic material and will begin to slowly drip down and burn your skin.  At first I thought it was mosquitos, but then seeing the blue/green plastic stuck all about my hair and arms convinced me I should cook outside.  Lesson learned!

It's fairly water resistant except in the case of a tropical storm.  Covering the whole thing with a tarp seems to work well.  All in all, this tent is well made and the tropical storm I went through only caused minimal damage to the flaps. It did however, wash the tent down river but fortunately got hung up in a otter's dam.  It did float quite nicely if that is a quality that you require.

I'm having a hard time finding a new girlfriend to move in with me even though I sweep the tent out daily and have enough food to last for at least three days if she doesn't eat that much.  I've even gone so far as to spread soft pine needles for my Juliet to lie on, but to no avail.  The tent itself was very pretty when I first bought it, a glimmering shade of blue and green, but now it has become slightly moldy with mildew and stains dripping down from living in it in the woods for 343 consecutive days.  It is very roomy and the beer can collection I have been accumulating is adding up and fits nicely off to the side--waiting on the price of aluminum to go up, surely it will go up soon, right?. 

I'm still loving my Thirty two dollar Ozark tent. If you are ever near the Kissimmee River, off of Chuluota Road, head towards the cow pasture at the end of the dirt road and just hop the barbed wire fence. Walk along the river bank until you see my can collection--Busch beer, Campbell's Pork and Beans, and various Vienna sausage and sardine cans--then head east towards my Publix shopping carts which are converted to BBQ grills. Stop in and say howdy, especially if you are a girl! The only girls I see are usually in canoes floating by and seem to be paddling like the dickens when I wave to them from my woodsy condo.