My Little Red Coleman Lantern

Other than my recliner, I do not know of anything I find as comfortable as the warm glow and quiet hiss of a Coleman Lantern.  When I think back, some of my best memories involve the warming glow of a Coleman lantern somewhere on the bank of the Gasconade River.  I remember the bugs buzzing round the lantern globe and the faint smell of lantern fuel as it burns off into the night. Other times I remember making campsites in the Mark Twain National Forest with little more than a tarp and a blanket.  The Coleman lantern was always my beacon Continue Reading →