A couple of years ago, a friend and I went to a North Carolina beach to camp at seaside. It was actually a park (few NC beaches allow you to camp on them).  They had very strict regulations on the campfires. You had to make it in a special metal container set in the ground. And you had to remove all evidence that you ever had a fire when you left. This meant the wood, ashes and the metal container you came with. We thought it was a little over kill at the time, even though we understood the intent was to protect the environment.

Here at camp we make campfires once a week right on the beach. It’s a pretty cool deal. The Black Sea washes up lots of brush to burn. So when we go down to the Sea for the second time after lunch, I collect wood and prepare it for lighting later that night.




There are ZERO regulations on the size, maintenance, or safety of the fires. The second one I made, the Georgians said it was too small. So they proceeded to drag out logs from the woods and made a bonfire! …Georgians.


Jack be limbo, Jack be quick
Jack go unda limbo stick
All around the limbo clock
Hey, let’s do the limbo rock

Limbo lower now
Limbo lower now
How low can you go?

Limbo Rock, Chubby Checker


Holla atcha boy!

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