On a Boy Scout 50 miler, we got to our destination lake every afternoon somewhere between 3 and 5 pm. Just enough time to clean up and take a quick nap before dinner. I'd set up my tent, crawl in, strip down to shorts, and stretch out. Utterly delightful. It was warm and buggy outside. The bivy boys were all envious because they were just cooking in their bivy sacks, sweating up a storm trying to avoid the mossies and horseflies. Give me my TarpTent ANY day!