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Put Another Log On The Fire
Well, I hope all the Goddesses had a great day yesterday!:clapping::flower::flower::flower:
Mother's Day, always seem to mark the weekend for some good fishing. We would often charter a boat and go deep sea fishing. HellCat II was the boat so named for such a journey. Riding the bow of that boat was a treat for me. The salt air and sea water hitting you in the face as you rode the waves to your fishing hole. Meanwhile, everyone in the galley was puking their brains out. I never got sea sick, which was a good thing! :bigsmile:
Fishing always became an adventure of sorts. Have seen some beautiful places across the USA, doing the fishing thing. One of those places was Flaming Gorge in Wyoming and Utah. The Green River is not to be ignored. It's clear water will call you to come down for a visit. The fish you catch are beautiful. That's if you can catch'em. The area surrounding Flaming Gorge is just as God made it. Nestled in the Rocky Mountains, you can camp right there in the mountains. Elk, mule deer, moose, and a variety of wildlife abound. Click on the images to get a better picture.
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This seems a good thread title to post this nostalgia trip; a Pathé News 6 minute film of New York in 1963.
I love the Pathé archives for historical snapshots.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=T70hg7vZmek&list=WL&index=5
Re: Put Another Log On The Fire
That Pathé film is priceless :) - The jaunty toff-tone they spoke with, from a time gone by.
A virtual fire
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Red finished humming, the crackle of the fire taking main stage; popping a spark, it gently collapsed on itself. The Knight pushed himself off the ground and added three logs. A quick appraisal and he turned back to the stream, resuming his place next to Red.
There was no talking. The Knight took mental inventory, thinking through his groups of equipment: cooking, cleaning, repairing, fighting. Having set up camp, he was more aware that his items were now his home.
Red hunched over a small, open papyrus codex. The feather end of her raven quill exaggerating the slow, careful swirling of the writing. The Knight noticed a tiny, elegant ink bottle tied to a cord around her neck. He himself had some ink, sealing wax and parchment, but it was for official knight’s business only. Like his, her feather was a pinion; an optimum feather for a quill, he was somewhat impressed.
As the afternoon drew in, the blankets dried and the fire became a stove. They dined on a knight’s banquet of dried meats, pickled vegetables and fruit preserves. Despite his earlier rest he began to feel fatigue. “I’ll take an early rest. I’ll be awake again, in the early hours, to take over the watch.”
Red understood and was fine with this arrangement. She placed two more small logs on the fire and slouched back, watching the fresh logs adapt to their new home.
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"...The fire is started so grab a log as I have plenty. ..."
(opening post)
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Somewhere, in the opening post (I think), there's the question: What did you want to be or do as a child? What were your dreams?
When I was a really young kid, aged 6/7 or so, I wanted to be an inventor. I'm not particularly an inventor now, but to be fair there is a lot invented already, seems unnecessary, but I'm cool with that 👍
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✨What did you
want to be
or do
as a child?
✨ What were ✨
your dreams?✨
edit: grab a beer, or a brew and poke the fire with a stick
