Although I had not been in Stoney’s since the Spring of 1973, there was still a tug of nostalgia. A chapter of my youth had been finished.
Allegheny National Forest. It is quiet, secluded, and fairly wild; just the place for a relaxing get away. It is de rigueur that we have an outdoor fire. Whatever the meteorological conditions, a fire will be made. No one can build a fire like Eric. It is a source of professional skill; much like a sculptor finishing a masterpiece. Do not ever be so denigrating by calling this a “campfire”. That would be similar to calling the Space Shuttle “an airplane”, a Corvette “a basic car”, a nuclear powered aircraft carrier “a cute little boat”