Henry David Thoreau is widely recognized as one of America’s great founding philosophers of the outdoors, a man who went outside not in search of abundant resources, territorial conquest, or scientific discovery, but in quest of spiritual transcendence. Walden, first published in 1854, is a foundational document in a unique kind of American environmentalism, which survived in John Muir, Aldo Leopold, and on down to the present.

An unheralded aspect of Thoreau’s legacy is how he was at the forefront of another American enterprise – outdoor adventure.

When Thoreau embarked upon his journey into the sparsely populated forests of Maine in August 1846, as recorded in Thoreau’s lesser-known but equally great narrative, The Maine Woods, he was impelled by a desire to experience the untrammeled wilderness of the north. 

As he detailed in his account, he was determined to climb Mt. Katahdin not in the interest of any geological survey or because he would have been the first to do it. He sought it out for adventure and physical challenge, a sentiment familiar to many if not all outdoor wayfarers of the present day.

For starters, he was determined to approach the second-highest mountain in the Northeast from the most difficult route possible, foregoing the approach from the northeast on horseback, preferring to paddle up the Penobscot River from Bangor until he reached Debsconeag Lakes and the Katahdin Stream, leading to the base of the formidable mountain.

And like many a present-day outdoor wayfarer, along the way, he had problems with his gear. Specifically, his tent.

He describes in detail how he outfitted himself with a strip of cotton cloth to suffice for his tent, a testament to the rudimentary materials available in the mid-19th century and to Thoreau’s penchant for going without creature comforts while in the backcountry.

However, the choice of cotton would prove unfortunate.

While setting up camp on the banks of the Penobscot on the first night of his journey, Thoreau declined to factor the wind direction and the cotton tent’s proximity to the campfire.

“We next proceeded to pitch our tent; which operation was performed by sticking our two spike-poles into the ground in a slanting direction, about ten feet apart, for rafters, and then drawing our cotton cloth over them, and tying it down at the ends, leaving it open in front, shed-fashion,” Thoreau writes. “But this evening the wind carried the sparks on to the tent and burned it.”

He and his companions ended up sleeping on a blanket of fir branches beneath the overturned canoe. Later in the journey, after having selected a camp near the confluence of the West Branch of the Penobscot and the Abol Stream, reputed for its excellent trout fishing, Thoreau and his companions were more circumspect.

“This time we lay under our tent, having pitched it more prudently with reference to the wind and the flame, and the usual huge fire blazed in front,” he writes.

Finally, as the band of travelers reached the base of the mighty Katahdin, they stored their canoes, packed their gear and hiked up the shoulder of the mountain, selecting a crude camp beneath the tree-line, setting the stage for Thoreau’s morning summit attempt.

“[My companions] had selected a camping-ground on the torrent’s edge, and were resting on the ground; one was on the sick list, rolled in a blanket, on a damp shelf of rock,” he writes.”It was a savage and dreary scenery enough, so wildly rough, that they looked long to find a level and open space for the tent.”

Finding an open space sufficiently level on a rugged mountainside is yet another trial familiar to any backpacker or camper of sufficient experience. Despite the travails, Thoreau managed to awake the following day adequately rested. Leaving his ailing companions at camp he proceeded up the steep and craggy path to Katahdin’s peak.

“I climbed alone over huge rocks, loosely poised, a mile or more, still edging toward the clouds; for though the day was clear elsewhere, the summit was concealed by mist,” he writes.

He achieved the summit in the afternoon, but the peak remained socked in with skirts of cloud, and Thoreau was left vowing to climb it again when clarity prevailed.

Nevertheless, Thoreau was characteristically undaunted by the bad luck, counting himself lucky to be able to record his observations of the dark, rocky crags populating the mountain top. 

“The tops of mountains are among the unfinished parts of the globe, whither it is a slight insult to the gods to climb and pry into their secrets, and try their effect on our humanity,” he writes. “Only daring and insolent men, perchance, go there.”

Venturing back down just below the mist, Thoreau was content to take in the view of Maine’s forests and innumerable lakes while counting himself lucky to have made it to the summit – a lesson in outdoor grace, from which, frankly, I could stand to learn.

Other and better lessons abound in The Maine Woods, which goes on to detail many more and sundry adventures Thoreau had rambling through the virgin northern forests.

One such lesson is how much we take it for granted that developments in tent technology and design have afforded a degree of comfort and protection from the elements and unforeseen difficulties.

Thoreau’s challenges with his cotton tent highlight just how much tent technology has evolved, offering us comforts and protections he could scarcely imagine. Today, the right tent can transform your outdoor experience, shielding you from the elements and help prevent you from joining the “sick list” like Thoreau’s companion.

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And as always, Stay Wild and Wander Well!