The woman, the rock and the pine cone. I went camping this week; hubby and I planned to stay two nights. Somehow or other, the rock and pine cone showed up and conspired to make it impossible to sleep for more than a few minutes. It was like the camping trip that wasn't meant to be--the zipper on the tent door broke, so we weren't able to use the door once we got it zipped up. We lucked out in having a tent that has "lockers" with doors--the only thing is they are less than 3 feet tall. I was able to get in without crawling, but hubby wasn't. Can't squeeze 6'5" into a door about 30 inches high! Guess I'd better go and make a shopping list for a new tent, air bed...