After driving for 3 hours, paddling for 2 hours, we came across the first flat spot this river had to offer. Darkness was setting in as we cleared brush to set up our tents. Our headlamps on full, we picked rocks from the river bank for the fire. 6 hours after leaving our houses we sat back in our chairs and enjoy the warmth and the hot food this fire provided us with. Backcountry camping, although difficult at times, is always worth the effort! ✌🏻
Everyone tried to attach its own meaning, so countless ideas were given to describe it.
The one I prefer is well represented by a metaphor.
Fire is like the cold autumn wind which takes away the first amber leaves from maple trees. It's warm, unstable and strong sometimes.
A good summary of our existence.