With a big pile of branches at the bottom of the hill, six inches of snow on the ground, the temperature hovering around the freezing mark and no wind in the forecast, I thought Saturday evening would be the perfect time for a little family get together. So we called Christy to see if she and her family could come over for a bonfire and hot dog roast. After the initial response of wondering if her favorite step-dad had lost his mind, she and the boys decided it would be a fine idea. Her husband, Craig, wasn’t able to make it due to conflicts in scheduling, other obligations and having had to work late on Saturday.
But the others pulled up the drive just about the time I was headed down to start the fire. Perfect timing. Hunter, fourteen, and his slightly younger brother carried the big trashcan full of sawdust and wood scraps and I carried an old feedbag with more wood scraps and a handful of newspaper.
It took a little while for the fire to build up enough heat to overcome the snow canopy but it wasn’t long before the big pile of limbs and scraps was blazing away. The boys and I talked while I threw in handfuls of sawdust that flashed and sparked as the bits hit the flames.
An hour later, with the flames down and a big bed of glowing coals, we sat on old plastic buckets turned upside down and roasted our hot dogs. Cold pop and some Cheetos rounded out the meal pretty well and the smores made a mighty fine ending to a mighty fine evening.
Folks and families that like each other and are open to the unexpected can usually find a pretty good way to get together, even on a chilly night when the drive is packed with ice.