My tent got skunked below the rear window near sunset at Teton National Forest. I tried to sleep in it, but took it down as the gibbous moon set over the Tetons, and departed in the night to Jackson. I disposed of it near a Snake River tour place. The drive was rather magical, little field mice darting out from the flats before the headlights, the only car on very dark backroads of such a wildly magnificent place. My hands smelled of skunk all day, despite many washings.

Adieu dear little tent.