The Principle of Elasticity #1
Jon Navarre, 9/3/2009 10:11:09 AM
Category: The Principle of Elasticity
September 3rd, 2009
The Principle of Elasticity, part I
I had the pleasure of going camping with my 5 year old girl this past weekend. She seemed really intrigued with the idea of sleeping outside in a tent and wanted to try it. I, however, not having ever camped, feel perfectly comfortable in my nice bed surrounded by four temperature controlled walls. However, because I love my daughter more than I love my comfort, I borrowed some gear from a couple of generous friends and took her camping for a night. The date was set, our spot was chosen, a remote location along a river in rural Ohio, and we were brimming with excitement.
Check in time was 3:00 at the park office. We arrived around 3:30, received our map, and were informed that the rural campsites were in a different location, about a 15-20 minute drive through a National Forest Preserve, along a curvy, cliff-laden, narrow road. So narrow in fact, Rebecca asked why there were no lines on the road! As we approached our area, we passed some day campers and fisherman along the river, and then followed the trail back to our spot. Gratefully, we were the only ones there, so we had plenty of choices. Our choice was the most remote, site #25, the last designated site.We pitched our tent in the mouth of the woods, about 30 feet from the parking spot, and proceeded to take a walk along the river.
After a good walk of discovering and praising God for His wonderful creation, we decided to go back to our site and make a fire. This is when I realized camping tip #1. Seeing various advertisements for camp wood along the drive down, the going rate seemed to be $3.50-$4.00 a bundle. However, I spotted a self serve location just a few miles from the park entrance that had 2 bundles for $5.00. Sensing that this was a good deal, we stopped, but a fiver in the tin container, and loaded two bundles in the back of the wagon. Being reminded from a wise friend to bring some paper and matches, I smugly got out the necessary ingredients to start our own personal inferno.
I quickly learned why the wood was a good deal.I have now gone through all the newspaper and have resorted to burning the grocery bag and the cereal box. About the time I was to get out the owners manual from the glove box of the car, in a move of desperation I grab one of the plastic dinner plates and started to fan the fire much more aggressively than the little piece of cardboard I had been using. Leaning hard on prayer and using the principles of combustion, the fire finally begins to burn. Rebecca asked what all the hissing was coming from the fire, and I told her that it was the sound of the tremendous deal we received on the wood- steam.