Huff and Puff and ...

While much delayed, I wanted to post this image of my fire that I started with such limited paper but all the natural resources of the woods on my moonlight camping trip with my friend. I was especially impressed with myself because all winter I would puff and blow, and crinkle paper, and crack kindling, but never, and I mean NEVER could I get a fire to start in the fireplace in my parents home. I blew so long I nearly passed out on the tiles. It was pathetic. I even had a true card-carrying Native American on the phone prompting me with the process, and I still couldn't start the fire. So, this, small, tender, little kindling fire at a campground in Vermont, was a huge feat for my pride and therefore, I felt I ought to share it with my online world.