The line was from a bush pilot in Alaska, the line was, and I’m trying to get as close to the quote as possible as he was kicking a piece of wood into the campfire, sorta musing about an odd comment he just heard, but it was to the effect, “reading the last page of a an excellent book, and not reading the book, is to harvest anything from nature, without having spent due time in nature.” I like every bit of the sentiment the young man was eliciting. Guys like him keep things real. His leather boot set that log right nice into the flames I can tell you.
And in the law of campfire, it’s much the same, you don’t have a campfire on the living room floor, all the friends you can muster, makes a much better campfire, and any campfire in all of the four seasons, fall, or autumn if you prefer, allows for the absolute best ones, and the ones you can have most often and the ones that not only shine nightly, but they tend to be truly the most warming as well.
All gathering wood, who among strikes the match, so many tending it, the smoke chasers, who wander the fires rim successfully evading it, and simply the ones the wood smoke overpowers in runny eyes. Campfires shows no partiality, campfires shows no favorites, it’s for all around, to be all around it. I’ve had and so enjoyed many a campfire by myself, and they hold a charm all their own, but they can’t hold a candle to one with a ring of folks around a friendly fall campfire, and the law of campfire clearly states, one should have as many friends around the campfire, as rising sparks from it.
- The Trout Whisperer
