25/04/20 – The Woods (again)
Somewhat inspired by the continuous sunny weather, we agreed to take another trip down to the woods following a phone call from Mom and Riley.
No nonsense this time, armed with a few beers, a pipe of virginia flake (aged in an airtight jar from 2014 might I add) we headed straight for our new hotspot, the swamp… pool… bog. I’d be very interested to learn the correct name for this watering hole, if indeed it has one.
Amy and Sally lounged round in the sun, music playing, beers flowing. Riley and I took up residence on the bridge, ensuring that the stream continued to flow.

After numerous trips up and down the renewed waterway, I figured it would be the perfect time to show Riley the basics of a controlled fire. Traffic was light as the afternoon was passing by, and I explained the need to make a ditch to prevent the fire from spreading. Riley seemed to enjoy the lesson…

None of us, however, could have predicted the next turn of events. After fishing around in a nearby bush for some fire wood, I removed what I assumed was a dead branch. Only to find upon trying to snap it in half, that it was very much alive and kicking. Spurred on by Dutch courage in the form of 4 cans of Stella, Sally admonished me for not snapping it on the first attempt, and proceeded to show me how it was done.

Now from this vantage point, I’d barely stood up straight from snapping this picture when all hell broke loose, Sally, defeated by the branch, had tumbled headfirst down the embankment, rolled through the fire, and ended up headfirst in the water. From where I was stood in the picture below, and its a bloody good job we moved those rocks out of the way, or we may very well have had a drowning to contend with.

Riley was understandably alarmed by seeing his mom on fire and then in the process of potentially drowning, but besides some superficial cuts and bruises (and a seriously dented ego too, I’d wager) Sally came away unscathed and Riley helped me make the fire bigger to help her dry off.
As the daylight began to fade (and the fact we had spiced chicken slow cooking) we decided to head back. Had it not been for the chicken I would have stayed, you can’t beat the illumination of a fire in the darkness. Still. We’ll return again soon.


