Sitting here at my camp at La Manche with a fire going I really realize I’m missing something.
The fire was built with dried wood procured from the camp for the princely sum of $10. (Up in the Yukon they had a pile they couldn’t give away). The tinder was petroleum jelly soaked cotton balls. The spark from a magnesium fire steel. I have everything, right? (I didn’t even have to do things the hard way — like gathering wood myself)
The fire burning in the night, a little waterfall behind me, sipping some 12-year-old scotch… something is still missing.
Ennie.
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