I bought some wood at the campground office when I first checked in, but honestly it was green. I wanted a huge fire, and was determined to find some dry wood to fuel it. Unlike other parks, Yellowstone allows wood-collecting. Whitney and I loaded the baggage compartments under the Paddy Wagon with some seriously dry wood. We got busy with our pyre upon returning to the camp site.
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The perfect gringo fire fills the entire pit and doesn't have much smoke to annoy its worshippers.
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My awe-inspiring conflagration was not only the envy of our campsite neighbors, it would grill succulent chicken, tasty popcorn, delicious 'smores, and support our singing efforts.
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| Whitney's booty dance while Jiffy-popping over the fire. |
But even the heat of my creation couldn't completely keep the huge mosquitoes at bay. Mom opts for the burka as an added layer of protection against the steroidal mosquitoes.
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