Wild(e) Fires

Friday was a throw-back to the old days. And it was awesome. A few years back I spent a lot of time with Stirling people, and we would have bon fires. And when I say bon fire, I mean BON FIRE. I never really understood people in Lethbridge using that phrase to describe the fires they had down in the coulees... In fact, it kind of bugged me, cause in reality- those were just fires, there was nothing "bon" about them... They were small enough to cook things on, small enough to jump over, small enough that you could control it, and put it out with a bucket of water if needs be... Wilde Bon Fires were epic. We would burn whole sheds, multiple couches, hundreds of pounds of wood... we would use a whole jerry-can of gasoline.


It was Bon Fire time! The wood and ...other contents of the pit were still pretty wet from the past few days, so it took a bit to get going, but once it really caught, it was stellar! Stunk to high heaven, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Carson may or may not have singed half of his hair... Not enough to make baldy type spot, just enough to crisp the ends. I thought it was funny, he didn't seem to
think so.

No, its not ash... its just burnt hair. I kind of love this kid.

We had to wait for the fire to die before we called it a night, so a few of us sat in his truck, and he whipped out some mission pics, they were pretty sweet. Also, it was like the fire that just wouldn't die. It burned for so freaking long!



PS. We hit up value village before we left.

Tell me that I wouldn't rock this outfit.