....a campfire that seems to sooooothe a person's psche and inner being? Have never seen someone NOT pause and gaze a bit INTO the spewin', poppin' and slow sizzlin' burning apple wood of a toasty fire. Tonight, in Williamsburg, 'twas blustery and rainy. A CHRISTMAS season tradition is to have small outdoor pits with stacked, burning split wood in the old Colonial area. And there they were, a group huddle around, in the rain, one of those outdoor small pits. And actually warmed me...the continued custom.
As an early teen, would go every summer to a church camp in the mountains near Fincastle. One of the highlights for me was to walk up a steep hill, with a hundred other campers, to 'vespers' and then back down to the Camp Bethel woods to a large campfire waiting fore us, already in progress. No one doesn't stare into the fire's fireplace. At the conclusion of singing camp songs? Yeah, making those S'MORES! That's where this guy learned about their history originating from the early Girl Scouts, how to make S'Mores and how to...EAT S'MORES!
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