“Enveloping yourself in the adventure quenching aroma of campfire smoke is the gateway to that other world - a primal place for hunters, warriors, explorers. Drinking the wisps of gray hallucinatory swirls out of cold air is a rite that wild men have performed across millennium. Whether you hunt among the Clovis, ride with Alexander, camp with Julius, pillage with Khan, or humbly gnaw on roast bison with Bridger, you share in a familiar ritual.” -Denny Ducet
Who doesn’t love poking the campfire with a stick. Now I’m jealous man! No campfires here this time of the year! Too dangerous.
The campfire is a wonderful thing. It is almost like medicine. Stare into it and it draws the stress out of you.