Only having brought a limited supply of firewood on the trailer, the campers were on the lookout for anything suitable to augment their supply, especially with the wet weather. Under these conditions it's best to keep the fire going it possible.
The Fuzz's Sweetie had found this nice chunk of wood nearby and brought it back with her. Being too long for the fire ring, and not feeling like sawing though the thing, she decided to let the fire itself do the job.
Just before The Fuzz hit the sack, he was able to break it in half. Then He planned to take the hot water and clean up the supper dishes. The pot was now sitting over the place where the log had burned in two. But when The Fuzz lifted the pot...
With the weight of the large pot of water gone, both ends of the log fell to the ground propelling the burning ends into arcs of flame in the gathering darkness. And one of those arcs, landed squarely on Our Poor Fuzz's foot. Nature boy that he is, he was only wearing sandals at the time. A few bad words were said at this point.
We are happy to report that some fancy footwork, and a step into a conveniently close by creek minimized the trauma.
After washing up, The Fuzz laid the pieces next to each other over the coals in the hope that they might be able to protect the fire though the rainy night. And it did rain. But they all stayed quite comfy in the big ass tent.
In the morning, The Fuzz got up to assess the situation and if possible, make a pot of coffee. When he looked under the pieces of log, there actually was a dry area and a few (very few) coals!
He found a bunch of dry hemlock twigs, and managed to breath some life into them.
And so there was morning coffee.
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