Fire!

Yet another bonfire. I smell really good... like burned stuff. It went really well. Also, there was lots of bratwurst. Not enough people ate it at the fire itself (they were cooked on four pronged harvester rakes) so we grilled at around three in the morning and ate more brats... mmm... brats...

It was nice to burn stuff again, although the logs mocked me. It turned out later that it was fucking ironwood that we were trying to cut through. It didn't go so hot. JM and I took about an hour to try to chop through one log of it, then we broke the stone we were splitting it on.

I chopped a log and the, log won.

Some Hicks showed up with chainsaws for their own lumber needs and chuckled at our newbishness.

But they didn't have brats.

Next time I'm just buying some fucking wood...