Campfire Girls

Playing with fire

We are so much better at building fires than taking selfies.

Short girls. Short arms. It takes, on average, 23 tries before we manage to get part of both heads in the picture.

I'm beginning to worry about that Joelle. Everywhere we go, she wants to build a fire. That's probably the real reason she would rather stay at a cheap motel than the Walmart parking lot when we can't find a campground. You can't burn things at Walmart. (More on cheap motels in another post.) Has she always had this desire? Has she always had, what seems to me, an instant ability to set spark to whatever she touches?

Whatever her motivation is, I happily go along. It is very relaxing to bundle up and sit around the campfire. We have our fires down to a refined method now. Many campgrounds sell firewood where you check in. Did you know, that this summer, it is illegal to carry firewood across the state line? True story. Something about bugs. 

I am in charge of gathering the kindling, which looks a lot like this:

I roam the forest, bent at the waist, looking for the driest twigs. 

New camp chairs. Happy colors. 😊

I return them to Joelle, who within minutes, has a toasty fire started. We next warm some dinner over the fire, or perhaps make some hot chocolate. Then, we just sit and relax until the fire dies down. 

Scooter likes a good fire, too.

There is usually enough wood left to make a fire the next morning, too. Nothing better than steaming campfire coffee, on a chilly morning.

Remember the chandelier I found while thrifting with the girls in Delaware?

We couldn't resist decorating our campsite with the thrift chandelier we picked up in Delaware. Now the question is, do I hardwire it at my house (originally purchased for the hallway), or bring it, along with some candles, to our next camping venture?