What's the greatest tent in the world?

I do a lot of luxury camping. I belong to a medieval tourneying society, the Society for Creative Anachronism, and we camp out at our big events. I grew up backpacking, and still go, but most of my outdoor time is spent either in deer camp, or at tourneys, when I want a bit more luxury. A lot of big camps use canvas cabin tents, which are common at medieval events, and have a great Western feel to them. But they are a lot to haul and set up (I know, I do it all the time). I've found a really great compromise. The Dream House Luxury Yurt Bell is a single-pole, round tent with low walls, inspired by Mongolian Yurts. It's almost nothing like a yurt, mind you: it's really a British Bell tent, a military design from the Napoleonic wars that is REALLY stable and REALLY roomy. The biggest model has a 5 meter diameter and stands almost 10 feet tall. I personally like the 4m version. This is the best field tent you can buy: roomy, sturdy, light, extremely easy to transport and set up. It's perfect for deer camp, safari, or the field of the Cloth of Gold.

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