Yesterday afternoon I took the pooch to Cherry Beach - hardly anyone was there, it was getting cold, windy and a rain was beginning to wet the sand and texture the water in the bay.
I picked up an armload of wind-dropped deadwood and scavenged the bank for weeds and came across scads of dried milkweed pods.
I picked up an armload of wind-dropped deadwood and scavenged the bank for weeds and came across scads of dried milkweed pods. I used these for tinder - they took to a spark from my knife and firesteel like gasoline, and despite the wind and the gathering waves, I soon had a roaring fire on the sand, keeping me warm. Adding driftwood to the embers kept the fire going for a while.
Monty - wild-eyed and happy - returned from the rocky surf with a tennis ball, over and over again. I thought about camping. In 2 weeks I'm off in a canoe.
