When I finally got to bed last night at nearly 3 am, I lay there with my faithful dog Daisy beside me, and listened to her breathing. She was sound asleep and every few minutes her feet would move like she was running and chasing something. "Get it!" I whispered, quiet enough so as not to wake her but loud enough to infiltrate her dream. I wondered what she was chasing in her sleep. Sometimes she lets out a muffled "woof" while she chases things in her dreams. It's funny when it happens and I try not to giggle too loud and ruin her sleep.
I told myself to go to sleep but my mind kept wandering. It wandered back to our recent vacation. I started to giggle in the dark. Daisy stirred. "good girl" I said out of habit. I reached over in the dark and petted the soft fur on her neck and I let the memories of our first 3 days of camping play itself out in my mind.
The first day of our vacation was driving. The ENTIRE first day. We left home at 6 am and arrived at our camping destination at 7 pm. We were fortunate to get the very last tent spot available at the campground and pitched our tent. Once our tent and camping gear was unpacked, I went to the little campground office/store and purchased 2 bundles of firewood. It was late in the day and what we were looking forward to was a little relaxing around the campfire before going to bed.
It was not the first time I had started a fire. I knew the concepts. I knew how to stack the wood and where to put the tinder to get the fire started. I prepared the empty metal fire pit with the logs in a tepee formation and started the wadded up paper underneath on fire to get things going.
The paper burned and went out. The logs did not catch on fire.
We added more paper and some thin little dry sticks. Again, once the paper and little sticks burned, it all went out without starting the logs.
"Well", I thought, "I guess I'll have to bring out the lighter fluid". I produced a small can of lighter fluid from our vehicle. After adding another pile of paper and small twigs under the logs, I doused it all with the lighter fluid. The flames were bigger this time! Surely they will catch on fire.
No luck. As quickly as the flames grew high, they died quickly when the fuel was gone.
An elderly woman who had an RV parked next to our camp site had seen us attempting to start our fire without success and came over to offer assistance. She had a large container of lighter fluid. She doused the logs with it and we threw in a match. Again the flames reached high and quickly died. Over and over again we doused the logs with fuel and watched the fuel burn away. The logs became charred and even made a few small embers, but light into a real campfire it did not.
The wood was green. It had been cut the day before with no time to dry out.
After 2 hours of trying to start the green logs, we gave up and went into our tent, frustrated and tired. We climbed into our sleeping bags and got comfortable. The campground was full and some people remained awake. We could hear them walking around, talking and laughing. After 20 minutes, we saw a glow outside of our tent. We thought it must be another camper with a lantern on their way to the bathroom after dark, except ... the glow stayed in one place. My son got out of his sleeping bag to investigate. He peered out of the tent door and said "You're not going to believe this, but out campfire is burning. It's a nice big fire."
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" I exclaimed.
Since we had gone to bed and had no plans to get up again to sit around the fire, my son went out to extinguish it. You can't leave a fire burning while you sleep.
The next day we woke feeling refreshed. It was another day and we were in the Rocky Mountains, and life was good!
We spent the day driving and hiking in Yellowstone National Park. The sun was shining and it was warm. We had packed up our tent with plans to stay at another campground on the south side of Yellowstone, but when we got there it was full. We continued on into the Teton National Park, through Jackson Hole, to another campsite in the Bridger-Teton National Forest. It had been another long day and we arrived at our second campsite just after 8 pm. We set up our tent and camping gear and gathered what appeared to be dry tinder and logs from the nearby woods. Needless to say the wood we had found was not dry. It was damp from a previous rain and wouldn't catch fire any faster than the green wood from the night before. We still had a bundle of the green wood, but again it would not light. We used the rest of our lighter fluid, paper tinder, and other small flammables we had along and still we had no campfire. Once again we went to bed without a campfire. This campsite was off the beaten path, out in the mountains where there were no stores, no cellular service, and no conveniences. It was just us and the nature.
I woke at 2 am that night. My muscles ached from sleeping outside and I was cold and tired. I sat in a chair beside the fire pit and looked up at the sky, brilliantly lit up with millions of stars. Out in the woods, away from city lights, the sky was bigger and brighter than life itself. It was beautiful. Still, I was cold and decided that I needed to start the fire. It wasn't just an idea, it was a challenge. I HAD to do this! I would prevail!
One of the items I had packed for our trip was a small propane camping stove with 2 burners. I set it up and started one of the burners. The logs were still stacked in a small tepee pattern in the fire pit so I took a small dry stick about as big around as my thumb and held it over the propane fire. The stick burned and crackled over the cook stove, but as soon as I moved it across to the fire pit, the flame would go out. Over and over again I tried. For hours I tried. I burned the cardboard box that the propane stove came in. I burned the last of the paper towels, the paper towel roll, and a small paper journal I had brought along to write in. By 5 am, I was almost ready to give up, when I remembered something that I had brought along. Before we left on our trip, my sister had made me a small pine box. It was made from scrap lumber and designed to give me an idea of how big the treasure would be. It was 10 inches by 10 inches, by 5 inches, and made of solid dry pine. DRY PINE WOOD. I dug around in the dark looking for the box. I found it next to a clip board I had used to hold the paper I had brought. It was made of pressboard. I brought the wood box and the clipboard over to the fire pit. With a blank piece of paper out of my sons sketch book, I lit the paper on fire. The clip board caught on fire and burned below the edge of the wood box. The wood box caught on fire, then the green wood from the previous campground caught on fire.
Finally, on the morning of our 3rd day, we had a useful fire. Victory was mine! Overwhelmed from the effort and the cold and the weariness, I cried. When I was finished, I woke my sons and we sat round the large fire, warming ourselves and roasting hot dogs for breakfast.
I don't know what time I finally fell asleep, but I was smiling about our campfire follies just before I drifted off to sleep. Next time, we'll be prepared. Next time ... Zzzzzzzzzzz