I come from a family who like their camp fires. All members who can or are allowed to have fire pits at their homes or camps, or both, have them except me. While I was visiting my parents, their trailer in Shelter Valley, a camp park along the Maitland River between Clinton and Goderich where they have camped for the last 36 years (with several years of camping in Miller Lake near Georgian Bay, and several before that in parks around Sauble Beach) was sold. This will be the end of camp fires for them so I thought I had better hustle and get my campfire stove set up. I bought it two years ago after our granddaughter, Mackenzie, came for a visit. I wanted a campfire when she next came and she's coming with her parents in September for Daniel & Noelle's wedding, so I had two very good reasons to get the thing set up. Today, a grey and cold one, Andy & I decided we would dig up the turf, put down the sand Andy had scrounged from Leo Fownes (thanks Leo!), assemble the slightly rusted already stove and fire it up.
As you can see, dear reader, we did. Welcome to the campfire! If spring doesn't warm up soon, we'll need it.
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We have a redneck firepit made from the drum out of our dead washing machine. We'll fire it up when you come. Total cultural experience. Can't wait.
The family pits are buried old drums as well, work like a dream. Indeed, let's fire it up. Should we bring the grill-a-dog?
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