Camp Fire

Agnes was intent on a fire on the beach. The summer had been dry and I was uneasy about open flames, but in the end we finished our visit to PEI with a night fire on the beach--very small, with well-seasoned wood, almost smokeless, in a pit we carefully dug. We roasted marshmallows and were surprised to find other people nearby followed our example--however, their fires were much smokier. I can remember huge beach fires from my youth, dangerous pyres with enormous logs and roaring flames. I suppose this is a fire in keeping with the times. Well, it was a dry summer.