Marcie: Friendly Fire

By Marcie Everhart

At one time in my life, I was heavily into being a Boy Scout Mom, and I look fondly back on those years as a special time. I did so much camping I personally qualified for Order of the Arrow, lol, and I know you don’t know what that means but trust me, it’s a LOT of intense camping.

So this past weekend … on a freakishly gorgeous weekend in January, I found myself once again under a blanket of stars, trying to build a campfire while my fellow Forever 51 gal Tammy held her cell phone flashlight up so I could see what I was doing in the pitch black. (Btw, did you know there’s an app to tell you what constellations you’re looking at in the sky, too?!)

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I seem to remember something about intermediate sizes of sticks — it’s tough if not impossible to get an eight-inch wide log to just suddenly catch and burn. Maybe this blog is a lot like building a campfire — with all the right pieces in the right place at the right time. And you have to feed it constantly with just the right wood when it’s time. A bad wind, repeated splashes of cold water, or dirt kicked on it — any of those things can come along and make your fire go out.

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Tammy and I cast around for sticks lying on the ground, those with no green center. Too green will just smoke. Suki, another fellow Forever 51’er, joined our effort, found a good poker, and kept the wood moving, directing the swirling winds to lift the flames higher.

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More women joined us at our roaring fire, and we learned that Almond Joy bars are way better than Hershey bars in s’mores! I tried to capture the sparks, like mini stars themselves, in motion, with my camera.

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Lots of things happen on camp-outs, but my personal takeaway was this: I built a fire that people were able to warm themselves at, cheer themselves by, and cook a little bit with. It’s silly, sure! But I felt a small sense of accomplishment — shoot! — a little bit proud of my fire! I create. I build. I need to remember that.

Please don’t let anyone take away your sense of accomplishment or belittle the things you want to build with your creative passions. Surround yourself only with flashlight-holders and fire-pokers. And if your fire goes out, come join me at mine, sisters.

If nothing else, I still know how to build a fire. Not a lot of people do.

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The fire wood container…found the next day in broad daylight. Lol.

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A group of friends and I stayed at the cutest, weirdest, most awesome “cabins” on our camping trip. This is obviously — a little red caboose. Are old trains creepy? I wasn’t sure before. Lol.
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The Boy Scouts don’t mess around when it comes to cold-weather gear, and this is their “Jac-Shirt,” originally developed in the 1950s with the Woolrich Company, with a very high percentage of wool, 85%. I sewed a black bear patch on mine to designate my personal Woodbadge patrol.

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Chief Fire-Builder.

The Real-Real Behind the Scenes

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A glamping we will go.

A Little Background Music

Shopping Links

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Washable Wool Jac-Shirt, BSA, $70.

 

*Photos of Marcie by Tammy Seibert. Photos of fire by Marcie Everhart.

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