“I never have fires.” So said I for years. But it is cold in the mornings in the desert. I snuggle with the teddy bear, named Strength, until I have to get up.
I caved. For the first time in 45 years of camping I have started having a fire in the mornings with coffee.
I wish that I had started this ritual years ago. So sweet to have warm legs and hands. 5 AM in the desert is very chilly, especially if there is any wind. The wood is so dry that starting the fire is a snap. I just wipe a paper towel in some bacon grease and light it under the wood. Woosh. Its lit. The bacon grease comes from a $1.50 jar at Ken’s. What luxury.
There are several places selling wood here in Quartzsite. Most offer a selection of pinon, juniper or pine. Delicious smell. I can have three morning fires per box of wood. $10. I spend the first day chopping chunks off of some of the larger pieces with my handy Fiskars hatchet, then laying out the wood for the morning’s fire. I love the process. I also like the mellow way it starts the day.
I don’t have any normal fire tools … like a poking stick, or a grate to cook over. I spend the money out of the “entertainment” budget line. I am planning on doing two boxes per month, instead of buying coffee or cookies at the Pilot gas station. Yumm! I got a present of a lottery ticket from the folks at Pilot. If I am a winner the fires will happen every possible morning. I am hooked.