I spent my weekend playing in the Ouachita Mountains in Arkansas. My husband ran a 100 mile trail race through the woods called the Arkansas Traveler 100. The thermometer never climbed above 42 degrees and it rained, or poured, almost all weekend. He had a great race, and we, a great time, in spite of the weather. Around midnight we stopped at an aid station to wait for him, and we were invited to warm ourselves by this fire. It was seriously the best campfire I have ever seen, these campers had been tending it for three days, so the rain did not dampen its lively spirits. The glowing coals were probably eight feet in diameter, and they had s’mores!
Many thanks to the strangers in the woods who offered us hospitality.