Last week we had very
uncharacteristic weather for this time of year, so I decided that it would be a good day for one last
campfire. It only takes us ten minutes to get to our favorite picnic spot up American Fork canyon, so Chad agreed and off we went. We left at 4:45 and went to
Kholers for supplies. We realized that we didn't have any hangers for roasting while we were at the store, so we stopped at home to pick them up. We made it to our spot at 5:30 and it was already dark.
We piled out of the car and started to get set up. We didn't have a flashlight with us so that made it even more interesting. There was crusty white ice all over the table and benches. I pulled the boys booster seats out of the car and they sat on those, bundled up in a blanket and watched Chad work on the fire. We got the fire started for a few minutes, but then the
tee pee tipped over and smothered the flames. He was setting up the next attempt when he noticed the fire pit was soaking wet. He put a box in the bottom, but the second attempt at a fire fizzled out as well. Chad is really good at starting fires, and it was odd that it didn't work that night.
After about half an hour we gave up and went home. We grilled the Nathan's hot dogs and had microwaved
s'mores. Not quite the same, but hey, we have a new memory.