Hello, Benjamin from Brothers Campfire here!
Every year, I take my son and nephew to what we call the Father/Son Campout.
This year it was no exception and I started out checking for a fire ban in Park County. I was unable to find one so we brought things to cook. The Thirteen-Year Veteran did the shopping, and meat, beans, and chocolate were on the menu.
Nothing ever goes off without a hitch. Despite waking before the sun was up, we got caught behind a traffic accident in the pass up to Woodland Park.
While we waited, I found that my nephew and my son had never heard the C.W. McCall Wolf Creek Pass song.
We stopped at a gas station topped off the radiator fluid. There was no need for any blown engines on this trip at least.
I texted Isabel, my Beloved Bride, as I discovered there was no insurance paperwork in the car. Driving through small towns, I knew I was a prime target for getting pulled over.
During these trips, our group almost always arrives first. We posted colors at the entrance so those that were coming to the event could find it easier.
It was time to set up camp. I prefer making shelters or sleeping under the stars.
These shelters can be complicated or simple. The one pictured below took about as long as three tent setups and takedowns combined.
With a little more effort, I believe the setup could endure some weather.
This one was easy and quite spacious. Several support lines were added for durability. I slept in this the first day and under the stars the second.
As I am rightful head of Brothers Campfire, it was only right to construct a throne with private quarters. A few stand-up men and a few turds used it when I wasn’t.
The established firepit was not to my specifications. Believe it or not, I am particularly discriminating about Campfires.
For example, my backyard fire is designed to be oxygen-rich to quickly burn large amounts of material.
The firepit below was fueled with dead aspens. Broken in half with a sledgehammer blow, It was easy work and a steady burn. The coals could be piled up under the grate for cooking.
The initial fire was small to make a pot of coffee. We brought coffee in a sock.
It was dark and flavorful with a hint of dyed cotton. We drank a LOT of coffee. In fact, my son and nephew only drank one hot chocolate packet between the both of them on a three-day, two-night trip.
Herb Thiel, my father, procured a Betsy Ross flag from Affordable Flags and Fireworks . We found a suitable flagpole in the forest, set it three feet in the ground for stability, and posted colors for a second time.
It was playtime. I built a fort.
There were visitors, so I proceeded back to the Campfire. Yarns were spun and coffee was shared. At an hour too ungodly to mention, we went to bed.
I awoke to see a half of a beard had grown. I heated some water and removed it with a store-bought razor blade. (As far as you know)
Submission to God is important. One outward demonstration of this is keeping my face clean-shaven. It’s how I roll.
Friday was our biggest day. I visited other campsites of folks we know, ate an inordinate amount of junk food and drank more coffee and Monster drinks than the legal limit, and put up the hammock so I could try and take a nap despite the caffeine. I know… It is quite contradictory.
After an evening of watching wargames between the young men, I was notified that my friend Howard had arrived. By flashlight, we got them all set up.
The evening was not over. My son and I supplied the young men with Dollar Tree laser pointers to continue the war in the forest. A combination of lasers and the sound of airsoft rifles likely rattled every adult in the camp at least a little.
I will say, I was disappointed. For at least the last ten years, I have played wargames in the woods. ALL of the teenagers refused to shoot me or point a laser when I engaged.
After speaking with my dad about it, we concluded that because I usher and teach PE, they didn’t feel right about it. If that is the case, I am ok with it. What I feel deep inside is that I am too old and slow, and they feel sorry for me.
The sleep under the stars was beautiful and I was toasty warm. Unfortunately, morning came quickly. As there were no women folk to balance our diets, we ate breakfast sausage and waffles. Howard and his dad joined us, and afterwards we started packing up. One thing I learned about Howard is, he likes Folgers Black Silk and he wasn’t about to let any coffee go to waste.
Looking back, in 2020 we were unable to have a Men’s Campout and toilet paper was a luxury. Ceremoniously, we burned a roll of toilet paper to express our frustration and newfound opulence. We then extinguished the flames .
The ride home was uneventful, and we put everything away. The Thirteen-Year Veteran slept from 2 PM Saturday until 7 AM Sunday. I can only imagine what adventures he may have had. I went to bed a bit early as well, but not until I had completed my honey-do list that had been piling up while I was away. Well, that is all. Have a beautiful week!