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There is a certain special warmth I feel when sitting out in the snow covered wilderness next to a big campfire. It’s one of the reasons I like going up to our property in the winter. We can build BIG fires in the winter, when everything is covered in snow, that we can’t in the summer when everything is dry.
A couple of years ago we decided it was time to get rid of a bunch of cabinets we had stored in the shed up there. We were going to use them in the cabin, but they had become home to the local rodentia.
Not wanting to haul the hantavirus home with us, we figured the best thing to do was to burn them all right there. So we waited until winter and then had us one nice bonfire.
Fire; warmth and virus killer. And incredibly fascinating. I can watch for hours.
No, I’m not a pyromaniac. I don’t feel compelled to light fires, except when camping. And I don’t light huge ones unless the conditions are safe.
So, maybe I’m a situational-pyromaniac?
