Delta

Delta is the closest hut to the bath house, yet is oriented toward the woods so you still have great privacy.   Delta features:

  • Three screened windows that open for cross ventilation
  • A storage loft where you can find extra bedding and place your luggage
  • A porch with chairs and small end table
  • A dining table with two chairs (two chairs on porch can also be used for dining)
  • A double bed, with pillows and comforter
  • A couch which folds out to another double bed
  • Kitchen prep table with propane stove
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  • On each site, there is a fire pit grill, picnic table, and two additional outdoor chairs
  • Parking for one car.  Additional cars can be parked in the overflow spaces.

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Delta’s story

Okavango Delta

The Okavango Delta in Botswana is a natural wonder that should be on any adventures’ list of places to visit. The Delta is formed from seasonal drainage of the wet Angola highlands, but the water never reaches any ocean or lake. It just spreads out across arid central Botswana. The resulting wetlands provide a rich habitat for one of the largest concentrations of wildlife in Africa.

We camped in the Delta for four nights during our three week trek across Africa and it was one of the most exhilarating experiences of our life. We flew into a rough, dirt airstrip on a large island in the heart of the Delta. It took two small bush planes to carry the ten adventurers in and I remember our excitement building as we spotted elephants, giraffes, zebra’s, hippo’s and wildebeests from the plane. We were then taken via makoro to an even smaller island where we would camp. The makoro’s, narrow wooden canoes propelled by a pole, are the primary means of transportation in the Delta and were fantastic for getting up-close and personal with the wildlife. Our island must have had the most luscious foliage in the region, because we were constantly overrun by elephants. We could hear them sloshing through the water late at night on their way to our small track of land and knew that we would have guests crashing through our campsite for breakfast. We even had a pride of lions give us a brief visit. We never saw them, but it was bone-chilling excitement laying in our sleeping bags with nothing but a canvas tent between us and the roaring chatter of the pride. The next morning we found their tracks less than 100 yards from the campsite.

So when you hear a heavy branch snap in the dark of these Western Maryland woods, or perhaps are lucky enough to catch the lonely, late-night howls of a coyote, pull up the covers of your nice, warm bed and enjoy the nighttime sounds of nature within the comfort of your glamping hut. It would have been a nice “feature” for us in Africa.