Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Carl here. This is the part of camping everyone looks forward to, the campfire. Everyone is sitting around the campfire, drinking their favorite non alcohol base beverage, toasting marshmallows, talking about non combative issues and singing songs from “Peter Paul and Mary” greatest hit album; just basically having a great time. Wait, I’m sorry, that’s a “Brady Bunch” episode, lets get back to reality. Everyone is sitting around the campfire, drinking beers to intoxication, talking dirty, talking politics, talking dirty politics, telling jokes, telling dirty jokes, singing obnoxiously loud to Bob Segar on the boom box and peeing in the woods. Wait, I'm sorry again, that’s my wife’s family…… anyway, you know what I'm trying to say here, you just want to have a good time at the campfire.
There is something hypnotic about watching a campfire. It’s an ever changing visual and audio work of art, that keeps drawing you’re attention toward its center. Your eyes are constantly being driven to the base of the fire where the glimmering hot embers display their vibrant ever-changing hues of orange, yellow and red. Embers so intensely hot you wonder how they even exist at such temperatures. Crackles and pops feed your hungry ears as the scorching heat torments the wooden timbers. If you reposition those timbers just right, the fire seems to come alive again as the surrounding air is sucked into its belly. The oxygen from the air feeds the fires hungry thirst for survival as violent vortexes of hot gases dancing and twirling, try to escape its fiery pit. Flames break out, thrashing and stinging the night air almost as a punishment for its own existence. The intense heat keeps your body in check as you try to get a closer and closer look at one of natures greatest achievements .......... wooh......... I'm going to need a water break after all of that.